Rated: K (Ahem, crack!fic)
"Look, Lois, there's something I need to tell you."
"Really?" There was a note of hysteria in her voice. "Does it have anything to do with the way you just picked that bus up and threw it fifty feet? Or, perhaps, it concerns the gentleman that you threw said bus at, who then slapped it aside like it was a wiffle ball he didn't care about?"
"It was going to hit you!" he exploded.
"The wiffle ball?"
"The bus, Lois!"
"Well, it's the wiffle ball in my analogy."
"I didn't want you to find out this way. I'm an alien, Lois."
"Oh, of course you are. Real people don't dress like you."
"I'm serious!"
"I believe you. I'm just going to sit down for awhile." And then her adrenaline ran out completely, and her legs gave out from under her.