Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, actually, I don't mind yours.

And you are a pretty thorough guy when it comes to details...

You see, my heart isn't in this either.

...until we get a polite response.

Or maybe I'll learn to enjoy it.

Who am I, Jen Mai?

...and you are a man of your word.

Hey. What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Sir. - Lieutenant, we are under orders.

You will be amazed at how easily these fools are conquered.

And my Clark, a married man. A married lord.

...yours, mine and Clark's, will be lost. This is why he had to leave you.

...I regretfully endorse a preemptive strike by our forces against Nor's.

I don't believe I've said congratulations, Lord Kal-El. Congratulations.

- Told you I'd come back. - And you did. Kiss me.

- No, please, I'm begging you. No. - All right, Drull, freeze it.

So this must be the bridal bed?

Some being who shares nothing with you. Rather, think of me as a god.

- What kind? - Don't know.

I'm asked to lead people who don't even completely trust me.

It makes it legal for us to consummate the marriage.

Who are you to be accusing me?

I have my peoples' lives to consider.

Sir, forgive for reminding you how critical your presence is at the palace.

Oh, God. Do you think that's what makes our relationship work?

...and go someplace they'll never find us.

- Kryptonian customs. - To maintain the support of the people.

Kryptonians don't need water or food. The ones being hurt are the people.

- He was bummed. - He feels your absence deeply.

- Who there have you talked to? - No one.

Troop deployments, mountains, borders, rivers.

You know, I was meaning to ask you, Clark:

A change in leadership has occurred.

...that Clark's married to the woman you adore.

Protecting the helpless isn't limited to here...

- She's lying. Liar! - I am not. I saw it myself.

...removed from the vault. It may be the only resolution...

But not as sick as if both our worlds were destroyed by Nor.

Husband, may we speak?

Concubines? I thought this was some great, evolved civilization.

Look at our troops. A lifetime of Kryptonian discipline forgotten.