Timing, part thirty-eight:

What indeed, after the bump!



I had a scene written, where Kurt, stuck in Hoboken and tired from teleporting, calls the apartment and gets Bob, then proceeds to yell at him for several panels. Unfortunately, I had two problems: I couldn't find (and didn't have time to cobble together) an in-scale phone booth. Not that there are phone booths anywhere anymore, but it would've been a good visual, and Clark Kent would probably have been waiting outside.

That, and the scene wasn't funny. Not that a little thing like that has stopped me before, but this time it was easier to cut it than force it.