After John Steveson left, Lex left the mysterious room and wandered down the hall. Soon he came to another door, as the hall was lined with them. He walked into the room behind the door and was startled to find a small dog. "What's a small dog doing here?" he asked.
"Why don't you ask yourself that question?" Clark said, stepping out from behind an extraordinarily tall chair.
"Clark, what are you doing here?" asked Lex.
"I think you know the answer to that question," Clark replied.
"No…I don't"
"That's not what your dad said."
"What did he say?"
"He said that you don't really want to be my friend and that you're just pretending to like me so that you can hurt my feelings later…"
Lex was about to reply but then he discovered that Clark wasn't finished.
"…He also said that you're emotionally incapable of loving anyone and that your paranoia will drive anyone away."
"Did he? Well, Clark," Lex glanced down at his feet quickly, to give the impression that he was offended and struggling for words, "I'm surprised that you could be so easily swayed by someone who does nothing but try to drive my friends away. I thought that our friendship meant more than that."
"You're right, I'm sorry," said Clark, sheepishly. "Oh! Gee whiz! Look at the time! I've got to get home and do chores."
"Ok." After Clark was gone Lex laughed and thought, 'What a moron.'