Metropolis buildings at night. In Papa Luthor's office, a scary-looking dude in a suit is doing a scan of the room for any electronic monitoring devices. As soon as I saw this guy the first time, I thought, "He's the evil tinfoil guy," but then I thought that was so obvious as to be silly. "You are ridiculous, silly Omar!" I said to myself. "Have you so little faith in this show?" Well, let's just say that this show has never been afraid to be obvious and silly. Scary Character Actor says that there are no hidden devices in the office. Papa says he hopes that's true, for the security guy's sake; otherwise he'll be working in a convenience store watching hot dogs spin. Heh heh.
The security guy lowers his head and walks out of the room, seething with rage, apparently. Papa throws off his coat and goes to check his laptop and get some water. His computer makes a weird beep. The computer-animated head of Tinfoil Alien appears. Instead of just closing the screen, Papa clicks on it. What, did he think he was going to get some fREe CHeeP V1AgrA? "'Watching hot dogs spin.' That wasn't very nice," Tinfoil Alien says. It is at this point that Papa should have said, "I know it's you, Security Guard. Why don't you come right back into the room?" Papa is horrified, as Tinfoil Alien says that's how Papa treats all his employees. Papa gulps, and tries to think. He turns suddenly. "What do you do, read lips?" he asks. Tinfoil says that he sees everything. And it all looks really blue. The screen goes blank. The electricity starts to power down, turning off most of the lights. Papa reaches under his desk for a handgun he keeps on a little metal rail. Papa, gun in hand, goes hunting around the room. He dials on his cell phone. "911!" says the cheery voice of Tinfoil Alien. He asks Papa how it feels to be helpless. "I'll let you know if it ever happens," Papa tells him. Tinfoil Alien applauds Papa's spirit, and wonders whether it'll keep him alive. Papa says, "So, uh...what do you want?" Tinfoil, wearing a dark hood, suddenly appears behind Papa and plunges a hypodermic needle into his neck. Papa gasps, and falls. "I want to play another game," says Tinfoil, as he blinks behind his stupid mask. Awesome, but keep it under twenty minutes, because we'll need some time to wrap up some other storylines, all right? Cool?