Sorry. [ Clark smiles again, a little more sheepish. ]

Uh, sort of. I shoot lasers out of my eyes - not that it's done a lot of good for this. [ He gestures at the torch, which has stubbornly refused to light since he found it. He continues in the same serious tone: ] We'll have to crabwalk around each other eleven times, actually. Then there's a musical number, and - how do you feel about pandas?