>>110037158"H-Honey, dinner is ready...:
"Not now, woman! I havn't finished his cape yet. Pass me the kryptonian space sandpaper, would you?"
"Dear, what... why are you making this... man? I've barely seen you for weeks, you're always working on that wood-carving of yours! Who is this man, and why are his undergarments over his pan-"
"My dear, it's so simple even a ignoramus like you should see it! Its a statue of our sons alter ego from 20-ish years in the future! Now, where did I put that kryptonian space varnish?"
