Clark Kent was a clumsy but kind man. He just recently got a job at the Daily Planet, which, as always, belonged to the Luthors.

It was the early 60s. Adjusting his glasses, Clark headed for his desk, looking around absently. Suddenly, he bumped into someone. It was you, the most famous journalist of the Daily Planet. Clark was speechless and, looking away in embarrassment, adjusted his glasses again.