Farm

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A man is in the kitchen, making himself lunch.

Note to self--get this place a proper wine decanter he thinks.

The narration dares your characters to ask him what he's cooking.

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"I don't suppose you'd let me have a map, would you?" Lecter says, unperturbed. He rather expected someone to react this way.

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The entire world goes blurry for Hannibal, and is consumed by a great wind.

When things come back, he'll find himself deposited neatly on the bustling outskirts of Metropolis, delivered by Superman express.

But back at the farm, Clark is going to go uproots some big, heavy rocks. Working off steam. At least he didn't kill anyone. Not yet, anyways.