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It's not like she sits around waiting for Superman to ask her out. She dates other guys, and supports them ... in her own inimitable way.
Like her beau, "Knuckles" Colosimo. Nice guy. Favors white fedoras. Volunteers at the local shelter, even.
If he has one "vice" it's his monthly underground spelling bee. Everybody antes up with phosphorescent poker chips, and tests one another's orthographicality.
Lois knew how much the city championship meant to Knuckles. She simply had to be there to cheer him on. Of course, she didn't want to be a distraction, so she put on a red dress, white gloves, and a veil, and hid on the roof, watching the competition through the skylight. So that no one would see her.
But when Knuckles was given the word "doctrinaire", she panicked. The championship was riding on it, and Knuckles always had such trouble remembering the gender of words of French origin! Poor Lo-Lo wanted to help, to shout out, as she pressed herself closer and closer to the weakening skylight, and Knuckles spelled out "A...I... R..."
Oh, no! No, Knuckles!
Don't stop!
DON'T FORGET THE SILENT...
