"Wouldn't you like to know." Thomas' eyes went wide, then narrowed. He remembered who he was talking to. "You would like to know. Lois Lane always gets her story." Thomas leaned in, eyes still narrowed.
"No! The revenge shall be mine!" Thomas' hand shot up above his head to emphasize this point. "You won't take it away from me. Not you, or your little paper. You should be happy that I let you have it. Let you work, use your mind. You should be happy with everything that's been done for you. I've done it. Now you won't ruin my revenge. No, not you, or anyone else!"