Everybody Hates Chris! Woo!

We return to some sort of jagged tarpy fort in the Phantom Zone. An Ugly CW promo strip in lime and dark green looks like someone tore up a pair of Diesel sneakers. Inside the saddest fort ever, the hot chick is dabbing Clark with a damp rag. They have bowls and water in the Phantom Zone? Maybe there's a Save-A-Lot around here, too, and you can get some snacks. Clark's got some nasty scratches on his face. "Who are you?" he asks. "Raya," she says, "not that names matter here." Especially since she probably won't make it past this episode. Clark asks what this place is. She continues to dab the same spot on Clark's face over and over, willing it to heal. Raya says that Jarnelle created this place to house criminals from the twenty-eight known inhabited galaxies. There's a whole island devoted to Marvin the Martian. Clark says that must make her an inmate. She presses hard on one of Clark's face wounds and he winces. She says she's trapped here, but that she's not a prisoner. Annoyed, Clark says that he's running low on trust these days. She says that's good, because trust can get you killed in The Zone. She throws Clark a fluffy blankie. "Or worse," she says. Clark doesn't mind the anal rape so much, sister, so that won't work as a threat.