The green glow did nothing for Clark's complexion. Lex watched as what little color was left leached from the younger man's face.
In canisters and containers, bags and boxes, the sickly, lurid glow was everywhere both men looked.
Finally, Clark gasped, "All right. Here."
He handed Lex the container the bald man had been waiting for.
"About time," Lex said with satisfaction.
"Yeah, well, if you would clean out your refrigerator once in a while, we wouldn't have to keep using my olfactory amplification to find the jar of mayonnaise that hasn't gone bad."