"I thought that we already discussed this, Lois," Bizarro said, releasing a chuckle. "I want you. To play with. Like a little Barbie doll with red hair."
He tilted his head to the side and leaned toward her neck, taking in her scent. "And then I'm going to ask you to take me to Lana Lang. I know she's here. You know that she's here. What I don't know is where. And if you take me to her, I will spare whatever poor excuse of a life it is that you have. Sound fair?"