Who: Art and Mister Luthor. What: Technology information. Where: Mister Luthor's office, of course. When: Bright and early, Sunday morning. Rating: G - because let's face it. Arthur thinks Good Lord! is a major blaspheme. Status: In Progress.
Art had risen bright and early, excited and rather proud of himself for finding someone he could hand all of his knowledge over to. Arthur wasn't a proud boy, but whenever he was praised or was able to share things that he knew, well let's just say it fed his ego soundly.
He had managed to find some new clothing, after babbling to a posh shop keeper for an hour about all of his adventures, the man had told him to just take the clothes as long as he "shut the hell up" and got out of there. Well, Arthur's plans were good for something. He made his way into the building he had been told to go to and found a well reserved looking person sitting at the desk. He thought that obviously, that person was the one he was supposed to ask for directions.
The clerk nodded and waved her hand in a distracted manner to each of the halls that Art was supposed to follow, and, when he had left her he shook his head in dismay. Oh how Myrtle would love to box everyone around the ears, here. Finding the door he suspected to be "Mister" Luthor's office, he knocked on it quietly and waited for the strange man to come and fling it open, welcoming him inside. Arthur didn't think this Lex guy was much of a door flinger, but he wouldn't mind seeing it.