Central Kansas A&M. Free steak fries with every course taken! The camera is at a freakishly low angle as Professor SoFine is talking to Clark. Must be trying to make him look taller. He says that most humans believe the Earth was made in seven days; he's surprised it took this long for Clark to trust him. Clark has no idea what that means, but he says he wants to know more about Jarnelle. First off, has he been pronouncing it wrong all this time? SoFine says that, like all historical figures, Janelle must be studied in context. He bores Clark by suggesting that they start at the beginning. Dammit, man, there's no time! Clark must start from the 2/3rds mark! Only then will he truly comprehend it all! Clark says he's worried for his mother. SoFine asks if it has to do with the bargain Clark made. Clark should have waited for Double Coupons Day. Clark asks how SoFine knows about that. SoFine says he's been keeping an eye on Clark for months. Just months? SoFine asks if MamaKent has marks on her skin. They're called freckles, Space Perfectionist. Clark says no, but asks if that's significant. SoFine says, "In due time." Dammit, we haven't got due time! Give us fragments from late in the story! Clark says that he has the right to know about his father. SoFine agrees, but says it'll take time. "I'm ready now!" Clark snaps. Give us the Krypt's Notes version, doc! SoFine tells Clark that impatience is a pathetic human trait. Oh, I don't have to stand here and listen to this shit. Wait, I'm sorry. That was pretty human, huh? SoFine, snapping shut his briefcase, says that's to be expected from someone raised by such a primitive race. Oh, by the way, Clark peed at his desk. Hope you don't mind, Professor. Clark says he cares a great deal about this "primitive race." It's an amazing race, really, especially our reality shows. Clark says he cares much more about them than he does about Krypton. "Waiting...patiently," SoFine says. What are...things Clark isn't going to stand here and do, jackass? That's it. I'm outta here. Call me when you're not such a dingus, old man.
Kent Farm. Bo bellows in the kitchen, "A Kryptonian is teaching history at Central Kansas University?" Now they've taken this diversity shit too far! Clark mutters to Bo and to MamaKent that he didn't believe it either, until he saw SoFine use his powers. MamaKent says that lots of meteor freaks have had Clark's powers, but that doesn't mean they're Kryptonian. They could just be special-effects designers. "He calls me Kal-El," says Clark. "He knows about Krypton." Maybe he likes comics. Bo advises Clark to "steer clear of this fella." Hee. He's a fella. Clark avoids their gaze. MamaKent figures out without saying anything but, "Clark..." that Clark has indeed been talking to this guy. Bo gets pissed and says that every time Clark has come in contact with a Kryptonian it's just been a bunch of death and destruction. They blew up this house, you dickweed! MamaKent reminds Bo that they can't be all bad as a people; Clark is one of them. Does being PC work in interstellar warfare situations? Bo says that Clark was raised with strong values. They don't know who this professor is. Clark says that the professor has done nothing but help so far. He told Clark about Lex, saved Lana, and took the silver Kryptonite out of him. "But why, Clark?" Bo asks. He says that Clark has no idea what SoFine's motives really are. They could be...could be gay fer cryin' out loud! You know what those college professors are like! They'll butt-plug you while reading you Nietzsche if you let them! A teakettle whistles and Bo and MamaKent try to figure out who'll go get it. MamaKent wins the kettle retrieval prize. MamaKent picks up the kettle. She gasps and drops the ceramic kettle, which shatters on the floor. MamaKent whimpers that she can't feel her hand. Bo grabs it, of course, and she gasps. She says her shoulder is burning. She takes off her jacket, and we see an angry claw-shaped welt on her shoulder. Ouchie. Stunned looks all around.