Lois leaves the stage and is followed by "Dixie," the cowgirl from backstage. Lois walks up behind Clark's chair and says, through clenched teeth, "What are you doing here?!" Clark asks her the same question. Tuition, Clark, what do you think? The club manager notices the two of them talking. Lois smiles at Clark, and then bends over toward him. He sees approaching boobs and ducks his head back. Lois explains that she and Chloe are following a murder story. Clark says he is, too, but thinks he'll stick to his method. Looking constipated in the back of a club without using any of your superpowers? Great plan, pantswad. The club employees are still eyeing Lois, so she climbs into Clark's lap. He looks very annoyed. Lois grabs his face and tells him that she's going to get fired if he keeps looking at her like she's Jabba the Hut. More like Jabba the Slut. Huh huh. Clark asks what she wants him to do. She asks for $20. Clark's eyes widen as he stares right into the gigantic orbs before him. It's beautiful in there...we all float...come join us, Clark! Clark finds a folded up $20 bill in his pocket, but doesn't know where to put it. "Uhhh," he says. Lois rolls her eyes, grabs the bill and stuffs it into her boob pocket. Somehow, it turns into a $50 on the way there. Inflation! Worst lapdance ever! Clark breathes heavily as Lois gets off of him.