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Clark nervously looked around. All eyes were on him. Maybe he could fake it.

"So how do you explain this, Clark?" Chloe said coyly, at the same time smirking.

"Uh...shoddy workmanship?"

"I assure you Mr. Kent, that our chairs are just fine." Jerry said impatiently. He had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot.

Lois found this amusing. "Well, Chloe, not only is your 'prince' a 'hack from nowheresville' he's also a freak! How does it feel to like a guy that belongs on the 'Wall of Weird'?"

For a second, Chloe forgot what had happened with Clark. "What the hell? You stupid hussy! I should staple you to it and put you on display for the world!" She picked up a splintered piece of wood from the broken chair. "This'll show you!"

Again, Lois stood up and began to run. This time however, her heel broke and she went flying toward the floor, having the most painful looking face plant in the history of Jerry Springer.

This time Lana stood up. "The fight's between us! Stop playing around with Ms. Snotface over there and get over here so I can kick your ass!"

With Chloe momentarily distracted, Lois stood up and maintained her dignity. "Haven't you two forgotten about something?"

They both looked in her direction. She pointed to Clark. Lana and Chloe shared and glance and both nodded.

"Crap," Clark thought. "This doesn't look good."

The girls picked up two more chairs and started toward Clark. The next thing they knew, Clark was running from both Lana and Chloe, who looked as if they were going to seriously harm him, or at least try.

"Ahem!" Jerry cleared his throat. "We're going to introduce our next guest, so if you'd kindly return to your seats..."

Reluctantly, they all sat down.

"Please bring out Mr. Pete Ross!"

The audience was indifferent as Pete walked out. Nobody really had a clue who he was, since he hadn't been mentioned.

"Pete has a confession to make." Jerry announced.

"Lana, I love you. I have since I first saw you." Pete told her.

Lana looked as if to be in shock. "What?" she cried.

"Oh come on!" Chloe whined. "Why the hell does Lana get every guy in existence? I mean, what does she have that I don't? Heck, I'm even smarter than her! And I don't complain every five seconds about my dead parents! Why does everyone like Barbie over there? And why does she love to steal my friends?"

"Okay stop! Stop! Stop!" Lois cried. Everything went silent.

"Chloe, you wanted Clark to pick you or Lana right?"

"Yeah."

"And now you want to know how the hell Clark did what he did, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well what the hell are you waiting for?"

All eyes looked at Clark.

"So Clark, how is it that you can break things on your head?"

"You know what? Look at the time!"

"Oh no you don't!" Pete grabbed Clark by the collar. "It's about time you revealed something to these girls!"

"On national television?"

"Hey, if it gets me Lana..."

"Pete, you son-of-a-..." Then Clark picked him up with one hand and started to squeeze.

"Clark, man, what are you doing?"

"Quiet. You're pissing me off." Clark stated, obviously annoyed. "You want to know what I can do? Fine. This is what I can do!" he stated to no one in particular. Then he threw Pete into the audience. "You can't have Lana, Pete. I love her!"

"Sure man, sure." Pete coughed, happy he was able to breathe again.

Clark grinned a devilish grin. He didn't like Lois, and since he had already revealed so much, he was going to embarrass her on national TV. "Hey Lois," he smirked. "I bet you didn't want the audience to know that you're wearing your Elmo underwear and bra set!"

"How the f-?"

"You wanted to know." He pointed to his eyes. "X-ray vision. Ha! That should knock you off your stupid pedestal."

Chloe looked at Clark seductively. "Tell me what I'm wearing, Clark."

Clark sighed. He had created a monster. "No." he said flatly.

"Well you know what Clark, if you pick me then you can see all of my fancy lingerie wear, like the silk teddy I bought last month." She walked up to him and planted a kiss on his mouth. "And anything else you want to."

Then Lana spoke up. "I could say the same. Clark, don't bother with Chloe, I'm a lot better looking than her. And I have just as much, if not more lingerie than she does."

Clark started to think about how it would be to see Chloe or Lana or both in lingerie. "Stop it! Stop it!" he thought to himself. "Stop it, or you're going to set the place on fire." He could feel the warmth building up behind his eyelids. Clark sat down and thought to himself. "Dead cats, dead cats..."

"Clark, what's wrong?" Chloe asked as she raced over toward him. "Open your eyes and look at me Clark. What's wrong?"

Clark shook his head no. There was a desperate expression on his face. When he thought that it had stopped he opened his eyes, only to see Chloe's undergarments in front of him. Too late he realized he was using his x-ray vision. "Uh-oh," He thought.

Immediately the walls began to catch fire and the guests began to panic. Steve and the other bodyguards tried to get something to put out the fire, to no avail. Pete was standing in the audience saying "Clark, man! You gotta stop it or you're gonna burn us all!" As if everyone didn't know enough already. Clark closed his eyes and opened them again, and the blaze stopped.

Jerry looked at the singed wall. "Well everyone, looks as though we're gonna have to finish the show in an hour or so, after we get this fire out and the mess cleaned up." He gave Clark a death glare. "So join us again on..."

The audience that was left chanted, "Jerry, Jerry..." And Clark, Chloe, Lana, Pete, and Lois were left to help clean up the building.

Next: A new guest is introduced, and the girls find out the truth about Clark.