
George is saying to me, "That blue really brings out the colour in your beautiful eyes, John." Oh wait, no, that was a dream. Really, he was telling me about the "Kick Me" sign he stuck on the back of Helen Clarke's poncho, but I know how hot I look in blue, and I could tell he'd noticed. After the photo, we cut our ponchos into Superman capes, but that was a bit of a problem, 'cause as everyone knows, I am the Man of Steel, but George wanted to be Superman, too, and y'know, he IS President of the world. I didn't wanna fight, though, so I agreed to be Jimmy Olsen... on the condition that Jimmy Olsen also got to wear a cape and had superpowers. Paul Martin was a little pissed about being Lex Luthor until Vladimir Putin offered to swap him for Lois Lane and he decided it wasn't that bad after all. See, International Politics isn't that hard at all. WE managed to come to decisions that we all agreed to. The UN must just be spazzes. Maybe I'll have a crack at negotiating that Middle East thingo next.