>You will be the greatest cook on that planet, and the best hope of restarting our baking goods company. The people there are simple and profoundly confused. Weak of mind and spirit and body. Lord over the planet as the last chef of Krypton.
>Dispatch of anyone unable or unwilling to line-cook for you, Kal-El. Take as many female sous chefs as you can, so your pastries and Krypton's might and delicacy will live on in this new frontier.