Oh, no. I'm not going there again. The last time I had an appropriate sized party the ensuing gravitational mess destroyed Krypton. Of course, it was good that Clark came here, but he was really ticked at me (lightened up because this is a family thread) and I barely survived his fury.
The flamethrower was no help whatsoever.
Let's keep this party below the mass of a small moon, shall we?
Can we delegate responsibility for the guest list and invitations to you? I couldn’t begin to estimate the UTers’ mass.