Kent Farm. Where the brand burns upon the ass. Bo is looking at some of Clark's solar-flare research, yet pooh-poohing the idea that they have anything to do with Clark's tractor pass. Clark says that his powers started to glitch when the solar disturbance started. Bo has no reason whatsoever to be skeptical, yet he is, so that Pete can come in and tell them that the "cosmic fender-bender" produced the largest recorded solar flare. And just in time for the real solar flares that have been in the news lately! Gotta love that timing. That reminds me of when that movie The Core was coming out how the PR people were so desperate to get the movie attention that they were emailing movie critics about how scientifically accurate the movie is by trying to pass it off as something that could really happen. Yeah, Core this. Pete shows off a newspaper with some news about the solar flares, and the power failures and surges that have been happening as a result. Clark says that's what's going on with him. Oh, but we love the surges, don't we? Clark is solar bipolar. Bo mutters that they've always wondered about the source of Clark's power. They just assumed it was raw gay energy. Clark wonders now if it's not the sun. Pete calls Clark a walking solar battery. All the hot boys hope Clark is at least a C-cell. Bo says that the flares should stop by tomorrow night; he thinks maybe Clark's glitching will stop by then. Doesnt the time it takes for the flare energy to reach the Earth count for anything? Would it be that fast? Obviously, I did not major in any kind of science, natural or otherwise. Clark says that he'll try not to use his powers until then. Chloe comes in to give Clark a heads-up about their "resident Ghostbuster." "Perry White?" Clark asks. No, Harold Ramis. Chloe says that Perry had a change of heart about going to Metropolis: "And he seems to be especially interested in you, Clark." "That's it," Bo thinks. "No more offering free handjobs from the boy to grain feed salesmen and tractor repairmen."
The dramatic bursting through double doors that can only happen at Lex's castle. "What the hell are you trying to do?" Lex demands -- not quite yelling, but loud -- as he walks past the psychiatrist and into his office. She tells Lex to calm down. "You've already made up your mind about my so-called 'mental state!'" Lex cries. He's quite manly when he's angry. The psychiatrist is refusing to sign off on his psychological release. Is psychological release what happens when you remember your mom used to burn you with the iron for not taping her favorite soap? Lex is mad that Unamused expects him to submit to more sessions. She responds that she has an ethical responsibility to report honestly. I wonder why Papa Luthor couldn't have found a less honest psychiatrist, but then I remember that Lex chose this woman himself. Lex accuses the psychiatrist of trying to make a name for herself by roping in a celebrity patient: "You must be loving this." Well, I sure am. Unamused says she took no pleasure in the results. In Lex himself, she did, of course. But not in the results. She says she thinks Lex needs help. She cites the island, the failed marriage, and everything that's happened in town. She says he's suffered incredible emotional and physical trauma. And not just about the buttocks. Lex yells that they just spent five sessions exploring his psyche. Doctor Unamused calls bullshit: they spent five sessions with Lex blabbing about art and expensive cars, everything but the juicy stuff. She warns Lex that if he doesn't let his demons out, they'll consume him. And they'll consider him tasty. She says he and she haven't scratched the surface. Lex looks frightened. Unamused says that the "control-freak thing" might fool Papa Luthor, but did Lex really think he could snow her? The snow machine sits in the corner, sad and unused. Lex tells her to get out. He yells it again for emphasis. Boy, is Lex scared now.