Lois watched the news. Then she watched it again. Then she checked the station, just to make sure. Then she rewatched it, and zoomed in close on the images.
Yep. It was Lex. And that asshat Doom. Goddammit, Lex.
"Well, holy motherfucking, goddamn, fucking shit, Christ on a bike, cocksu-"
She was still swearing when Clark got home, and the television had a remote control size hole in the center of it.