“Are you questioning my actions?”
Otis gulped. “No, Mr. Luthor. Of course not. You go ahead and blow up all toys you want. By the way, that new tank of yours is something else,” he added, eager to change the subject. He pointed to a picture of the titanium egg-shaped tank on the wall. “So smooth! So shiny! Where’d you get the idea for the shape?”
“It just came to me one morning while I was looking into the mirror, shaving,” Luthor said absently, returning to the monitor.

Chapter 3