T.S. Quint:
But they're engaged.
Brodie:
Doesn't matter, it can't happen.
T.S. Quint:
Why not? It's bound to come up.
Brodie:
It's impossible. Lois could never have Superman's baby. Do you think her fallopian tubes could handle his sperm? I guarantee he blows a load like a shotgun right through her back. What about her womb? Do you think it's strong enough to carry his child?
T.S. Quint:
Sure, why not?
Brodie:
He's an alien, for Christ sake. His Kyrptonian biological makeup is enhanced by Earth's yellow sun. If Lois gets a tan, the kid could kick right through her stomach. Only someone like Wonder Woman has a strong enough uterus to carry his kid. The only way he could bang regular chicks is with a Kryptonite condom, but that would kill him.
T.S. Quint:
How is it that I go from the verge of hot Floridian sex with Brandi to Man of Steel coital debates with you in the food court?
Brodie:
Cookie stand isn't part of the food court.
T.S. Quint:
Of course it is.
Brodie:
The food court is downstairs. The cookie stand is upstairs. It not like we're talking quantum physics here.
T.S. Quint:
The cookie stands counts as an eatery, eateries are part of the food court.
Brodie:
Bullshit! Eateries that operate within the designated square downstairs qualify as food court. Anything outside, of said designated square, is considered an autonomous unit for mid-mall snacking. Now, if you're going to wax intellectual about the subject...
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