"How did you know it was me? My disguise was PERFECT!" Antony glared back at the two reporters form the Daily Planet.
"A pair of glasses? You call that a perfect disguise?" Lois stifled back a giggle.
Antony struggled to hold back his own laughter, "Well it works for some of us!"
Lois shook her head, a look of worry passed Clark's face. "What do you mean by that?"
"Ah, of course. Maybe I should have changed my outfit."
Clark interrupted, "You knew Superman was going to stop you, didn't you?"
"Well duh! How else was I going to get his autograph, I didn't know I could have just written to him courtesy of my local newspaper, did I?"
"Lois…" Clark said, "Could you fetch us some water please?"
"Uh, sure. I'll be right back." Lois left the interview room.
"What exactly," Clark asked, "Are you saying?"
"What are you, a moron? Or is just everyone else you've ever met?"
Clark waited for the explanation.
"Take Lois for example, she must either be blind, deaf, or terminally stupid. I'm surprised she's even allowed to leave the house without supervision."
Clark raised an eyebrow… "Go on."
Antony looked physically appalled at the idiocy of his interviewer. "You think that glasses somehow change your eye colour, hair colour, hair style, skin tone, facial structure, height, weight or shoe size? Not to mention your vocal tone and speech pattern."
"Oh…"
Lois returned. "Okay, what did I miss?"
"Everything, apparently." Antony said.