There was something very wrong. With Lionel? He couldn't tell. Maybe he was Lionel, after all his head didn't feel so good. Was it possible?
The man shook his head, trying to shake off the need to sleep. He was on the floor, he realized, and he had been recently knocked unconscious.
"Lex!"
He looked up at the flannel wearing brunette barging through the two doors. Doors? Was he in an office? They seemed familiar.
The brunette continued to yell that name, running closer to him. "Lex! Speak to me!"
He didn't know what to say except, "Who are you?"
"What do you mean? I'm your best friend: Clark! Lex are you okay? What's going on?"
"I'm Lionel," he said sullenly to Clark.
Clark's draw dropped. When he turned his head to see what he was starring at, he saw another man in the room, also unconscious, but there was blood coming from his back.
"Right, 'Lionel,' then this must be Lex? This must be Lex with HAIR!" Clark was franticly gesturing at the other man's hair.
"What does that have to do with anything? So what Lex has hair! I wish I had hair."
Slowly, calmly, with a huge pause in between each word Clark enunciated, "You…are…Lex…!"
Lex sat there in shock for a moment. "…oh. Then, uh, is that guy going to wake up?"
Clark walked over felt for a pulse and said, "Well Lex, this is dead Lionel."
"Ah-ha. So am I Live Lionel? Or am I still that Lex person?"
Clark realized that it was time to call the cops, but he also realized he had a very, very long day ahead of him.