[You are remotely controlling Dr. Quintum's spacecraft from Earth in order to crash it into the sun when General Lane walks into the room, demanding he learns what you are doing] Excuse me, general, I'm remote-controlling a weapon with a voice command sequence I designed. The signal takes nine minutes to reach the sun.

[You have pinned General Lane up against a wall to threaten him. You take this time to explain your diabolical plan to kill Superman] (frustrated) Three months ago, I looked in the mirror at those nasty little spiderwebs of lines around my eyes, and I realized something. I'm getting older and... and he isn't. So, if I want to die happy, it's time to get serious about killing Superman, don't you think?

[You have just succeeded in your attempt to kill Superman. He now only has a year to live until his irradiated cells overwhelm and destroy him. The police have arrived in your headquarters with a warrant for your arrest] (smug) Thank god. It's for my own good, I realize that. Put me away, boys. Before I do something REALLY terrible to Superman...