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Sherlock Texting War 9
SH: John, do you mind if I play my violin?
W: Not at all.
*for the reader's aid, we've included a brief description of what transpires*
Sherlock takes out violin.
Sherlock begins to play.
The iguana's head pops out of the violin.
Sherlock leaps back and knocks over the chair-with himself in it-with an undignified yelp because it scared the crap out of him.
Watson is rolling on the floor clutching his side and laughing.
Sherlock is too angry to speak, so they text.
SH: JOHN!!!!!!!!
W: LOLZ
W: That was too good.
SH: Grrrr...
SH: You STILL haven't told me how to boil a parrot.
SH: AND WHAT THE HELL THE IGUANA SWALLOWED THE COCAINE BOTTLE!!
W: Lolz!!
SH: NOT FUNNY
W: YES FUNNY
Mrs. Hudson: Keep it down boys.
SH: YOU BASTARD.
W: GAH! PUT DOWN THE LAMP! OH SH*T!
SH: John, do you mind if I play my violin?
W: Not at all.
*for the reader's aid, we've included a brief description of what transpires*
Sherlock takes out violin.
Sherlock begins to play.
The iguana's head pops out of the violin.
Sherlock leaps back and knocks over the chair-with himself in it-with an undignified yelp because it scared the crap out of him.
Watson is rolling on the floor clutching his side and laughing.
Sherlock is too angry to speak, so they text.
SH: JOHN!!!!!!!!
W: LOLZ
W: That was too good.
SH: Grrrr...
SH: You STILL haven't told me how to boil a parrot.
SH: AND WHAT THE HELL THE IGUANA SWALLOWED THE COCAINE BOTTLE!!
W: Lolz!!
SH: NOT FUNNY
W: YES FUNNY
Mrs. Hudson: Keep it down boys.
SH: YOU BASTARD.
W: GAH! PUT DOWN THE LAMP! OH SH*T!
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Jump.
Jump.
Jump.
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And fell forward from the sky.
John, from the ground, stood helpless. His angel, he jumped.
And his glorious wings shattered, into the dust.
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And now the Iguana doesn't give a toss what is happening 'cause HIGH.