Extract The Embryo And Begin To Clone A Kryptonian Army!

Lex Luthor's eyes grew crazed as he switched into a monologue. Beside him at the console, Mercy Graves tapped the screen to check various read-outs. She listened him go on, for about the hundredth time, about how he would extract the embryo and use its genetics to create a clone army. The plots of Luthor's plans were all different, but the outcome was always the same: kill Superman.

There was just one problem...

"Sir?" Mercy said as she stared at the screen. "They're still copulating."

Luthor, irritated at being interrupted mid-rant, turned to where Mercy was looking.

They had changed positions. Lois Lane was on top of Supergirl, the two of them making out as Superboy plunged into them from behind, alternating strokes at super-speed so that both of them could feel his cock at once. His buttocks were a peach-colored blur, and the trio frigged with the endless energies of teenagers, who thought they were immortal and that pregnancy would never, ever happen.

"Excessive sex could prevent implantation," Lex said. "Hit the joykill button. Order them to disengage."

Mercy stabbed a button on the console. Green lights burned in Supergirl and Superboy's control collars, and they howled in sudden pain, disrupting their rhythm...

...and then Supergirl's collar opened and hit the ground. Quickly Lois Lane twisted and pressed something against Superboy's neck.

"Is that a fucking hairpin?" Luthor said. "What kind of LexCorp high-tech anti-Kryptonian containment device can be opened with a fucking hairpin!?"

"Those are the RX-12 models, sir," Mercy said sheepishly. "Impeccable design, but you wanted them made in China for budget reasons..."

He slapped his bald head as Superboy's collar fell off. Fortunately for him, all three of them seemed fixated on coitus...the situation wasn't completely unsalvageable yet. The villain took a deep breath.

"We'll have to use the Kryptonite," he said.