By Christopher Munroe
Merciful Zod, before whom we kneel:
We thank you this day for your moderation, in sparing planet Houston from your wrath.
We thank you, too, your indulgence of we upon this world, though surely we are but insects to one so mighty as yourself.
And, most of all, we give thanks for our lives that you, in your wisdom, have allowed us to keep.
And, should we be able, we shall help you find the son of Jor-el, that you might enact the revenge you’ve so long awaited.
In the name of the Ursa, the Non, and Zod almighty, amen.