Metropolis. An outside urban sign reads, "Metropolis Day Clinic." The only two men walking around in plaid flannel shirts in the city come out of the building. It's Bo Duke and Clark Kent. Now I can understand why Bo's shirt is untucked -- they probably just diddled his bottom. But why's Clark looking like Slob in the City? People are walking past thinking, "It's time travelers...from 1990s Seattle!" Bo bellows that his doctor just gave him a new prescription -- they're red pills, which he says will go well with his green, pink, and blue ones. A skateboarder rides past the father and son. Bo doesn't yell at him or throw his pills or anything. Rebecca says, "He's been prescribed Skittles!" Clark says it's better to have more colors in the medicine cabinet than not have Bo around. Is it? Is it really, Clark? What would the Fab Five say? Bo says he doesn't want MamaKent to worry about him. Clark brings up what Jor-El did to Bo. Bo says he'd go through it again in a heartbeat (ooh, bad choice of words) if it meant keeping Clark safe. Bo pulls out some tickets from his pocket. "Don't you and I have a game to catch?" he asks. "Cowboys, Sharks, 50-yard line," Clark says, "Lex really came through this time." Through your hymen? Bo says he knows how much this friendship means to Clark. The groping, the sweating, the cows watching like it's a nasty Prince video. But he warns Clark to be careful: Lex investigated him, after all. Clark says he's not going into this with his eyes closed. That's what the red silk blindfold is for. Is it a coincidence that they're walking past a flower stand as they talk about Lex? Clark says that Lex wants another chance to prove his friendship. Bo starts to say something, but Clark interrupts and stands in front of him. Clark says it's senior year. For twenty-six-year-olds. Clark says he doesn't want to have to worry about Lex or Jor-El or "any of that." He just wants to be normal, hang out with his friends and play football. Play videogames, tip some cows, and masturbate a whole lot. Oh, and college applications, maybe? Scholarships? No? All right, just checking. Bo hands Clark some keys and tells him to go get the truck. Bo waits at the most pitifully-stocked newsstand in all of Metropolis to read a magazine.