The camera is full-on framed at her chest. She's wearing a tight pink top with her cleavage hanging out and a red sweater opened up to show it off. The camera starts there and, as an afterthought, pans up slowly to her frustrated face. That's right. The producers have officially made Lois's breasts a talking point for Smallville. Again. Jimmy, camera strap around his neck, is standing nearby. "Aren't articles supposed to have words?" Jimmy asks. Yes, but when Lois writes them, the words don't have to make sense. Lois says she just starts with the best part and works backward. Uh huh. Wouldn't the mean writing the last sentence of the story first, not the headline? Also, I am completely unconvinced that stories by Lois have a "Best part." Jimmy says his camera memory card is equally blank and he's wondering if Lois needs eye candy to "complement those pros." "Prose?" What the fuck, Jimmy, you're turning into Lois! Lois asks if Jimmy doesn't get photo assignments. Jimmy says that under Lex's management, he's only getting little assignments. He wants a big story to so he'll stay off the gallows. Lois says that Lex couldn't hate Jimmy as much as he hates her. "So why not give him a double whammy?" Jimmy asks. Dirty! "Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen in their big debut," Jimmy pitches. Debut? How long have you been working there, man? And I think Lois would argue that she's already had some big stories in the paper. "What about Chloe?" Lois asks. Jimmy says that she got a call from Clark and ran off on some secret project. While the cat's away, the mousy dude will make awful journalistic decisions. Lois and Jimmy make strange faces at each other. Lois hears a little sound indicating she has a new e-mail. She checks it and sees a coroner's photo of Patricia Swann. Dead Patty has a bullet hole in her head. And she looks a bit like Laura Palmer. Yeah, I'm not thinking the coroner's department just randomly releases photos of dead bodies to the press. Lois smiles. Death is awesome! Lois says Jimmy better make sure his camera is loaded with "Ammo" because she's got tomorrow's headline. "Daughter of winning Nobel astronomer murdered," says Lois. Wouldn't they assign that story to a real reporter? Jimmy asks if it's the Swann woman they fished out of the lake last night. "Yeah," Lois says lustily. Jimmy thought she drowned. Lois says it's hard to swim when you've been shot. Indeed. Jimmy looks at Lois and then, swear to God, lowers his eyes and stares at her tits. Then he raises them back to her face. Lois sees him looking and doesn't seem to mind. It must happen all the damn time. Jimmy has been boobified.