The best dam supervillain genetics lab, period. The dead body of a young man, including a ghastly stomach wound, is wheeled past Number One. Lex is told that it's a mail carrier from a nearby village who was found in his truck. Lex asks if the guy's blood has gotten them anywhere. Mr. Science, standing on the other side of the dead body, says there were no abnormalities or alien peptides. He says, in his erudite accent, that if the creature was in there before, "he's not in this guy anymore." "This guy"? Not "This gentleman" or "this chap" or "bloke" or "unfortunate soul?" Class it up a bit, man. If they hired you to sound like a British scientist, own it, man! Eat some damn crumpets dipped in tea or something. Lex says that Wes was a subpar specimen because the alien bits they used on him were from a dead body. Lex says they need a live host. Ryan Seacrest? Number One reminds them that the creature can only spend twenty-four hours in a body before it needs a new host. Lex tells them to set their stopwatches. Piggyback race? Lex says that the alien DNA is the only way to get his army going. He pushes a button to show off his giant warehouse of Wes Keenan bodies. Uh, Lex? Haven't you been staring at those shirtless guys a little too long? Do you have to do this every day? Lex's gaze is the Gayest Look of the Episode. We see the same shot as last week only this time, three bodies move to the side and are lit. Lex can't wait to get that Charles Atlas Seal of Approval.