John didn't agree with the rest of them in the slightest. Of course there was nothing wrong with him. Or at least, he didn't think so. Everyone else seemed to see it but him. But that's how drugs and their addictions worked, and red kryptonite was very much like a drug. Made people speak their minds and do whatever they'd want to do if it weren't for the inhibitions that existed in their species. Unfortunately, it got worse over time, if what he knew of the stuff back home was correct. The subject would be prone to more tempers, higher outburst over even smaller and trivial things, even resorting to physical violence eventually. There were a few people on his list to investigate, as well as teach a lesson if they thought of getting too cocky or planned to do a crime. Eddie. Felicia. Damien. Tim. Bart. And probably a handful more. Any were capable of crime.
But he needed this, needed to take down these criminals that Chloe had brought to his attention. He'd make sure they never hurt anyone again. They were a stain on the human race, gave their species a bad name. He knew they were a good race. Lots of potential, though that had seemed lacking lately. He did like looking at the human females recently too. He was currently listening to his police scanner, a plastic cup of coffee in the hole between the two seats, and a pack of cookies halfway gone was on the seat beside him. When he was almost startled by the knock, he was relieved to see it was Chloe. Very good. Were it anyone else, he might have flipped. He nodded with a smirk, unlocking the door, then taking the cookie pack off the seat. He opened the door for her. "So, you have the files? And the cookies as well."