Clark Kent.

This heat wave is about to kill Clark.

It's been incredibly humid. And hot. Having to wear a suit to work is torture, so getting home, taking off my clothes until I'm just in my underwear, and lying down under the air conditioning is like being in paradise.

And right at that moment, the knock on the door makes him groan.

He drags himself to the door, throwing it open before remembering that he is still in his underwear and sweating profusely.

And there you are. The neighbor he's been in love with since she moved in. With a whimpering toddler in your arms. Looking ashamed as ever.

And he's in his underwear.

"Oh my God... hello, I'm going to... uh..."

She stutters before you can say anything, leaving the door open while she puts on shorts or some other garment.