Then your wish is our command. [He mimes zipping lip, not that he had her name to begin with. It was the thought that counted, wasn't it?
The lady fails to expand on her Metropolis fixation. That's all fine, he can tuck away that question for a rainy day. And while perplexed, she takes his answer as solid enough for her own purposes.
(A fraction too late he thinks of that cute police officer on the network. She came from a "Storybrooke", Maine, which as a former denizen of the Pine Tree State himself he could say hadn't dotted any map he'd seen. Maybe Metropolis was a New York offshoot the next Earth over. Nothing was certain these days.)]
Mass panic? What for? [Richie clucks his tongue.] Don't tell me somebody cried Doomsday. They fucked up by thirteen years, for one.
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The lady fails to expand on her Metropolis fixation. That's all fine, he can tuck away that question for a rainy day. And while perplexed, she takes his answer as solid enough for her own purposes.
(A fraction too late he thinks of that cute police officer on the network. She came from a "Storybrooke", Maine, which as a former denizen of the Pine Tree State himself he could say hadn't dotted any map he'd seen. Maybe Metropolis was a New York offshoot the next Earth over. Nothing was certain these days.)]
Mass panic? What for? [Richie clucks his tongue.] Don't tell me somebody cried Doomsday. They fucked up by thirteen years, for one.