SUPERMAN IV: THE QUEST FOR PEACE (Much shorter original draft)
SUPERMAN: Gentlemen, I shall now collect all the world's nuclear weapons in a big net and hurl them into the sun.
DR PHYSICS: Superman, there is this thing called critical mass and I don't think...
SUPERMAN: Silence! You are bald and my past experience has taught me that bald people are not to be trusted! Now I'll just hoist this net and crunch all the world's nuclear weapons together in one big nuclear pile.
SUPERMAN: Oh crap. What are my chances of finding another planet where the inhabitant's naughty bits are anatomically compatible with my own?