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[flatmatewatson]

[Hear that Sherlock? He reads his blog. The one that you said was rubbish. That would be the reason Watson is giving you a look and a smile

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[sherlockisms]

[What's wrong. Oh, oh, John. Johnny. You really shouldn't ask questions like that, because now Sherlock is throwing things out of the window and he might have caused a traffic pile up.

He gives no fucks.]

I'm bored.

[flatmatewatson]

[Ack! He scrambles after the thrown object....but too late]

...I liked that paperweight. [At least it didn't hit anyone...or any cars, maybe he can retrieve it later]

What, I thought you had that case...something with an airport?

[sherlockisms]

No, it was too simple. The pilot murdered his copilot with carbon monoxide and then blew his flat up. Child's play.

[You weren't even using that paperweight, don't even.]

Entertain me.

[flatmatewatson]

Oh, of course he did.

[Stamford gave him that paperweight....ok, maybe he wasn't that attached to it, but who throws a man's paperweights around? Crazy people, that's who.]

What? No. Go....entertain yourself. [Wait. Hold that thought, he's going to go confiscate the gun first] Go out in the street and annoy someone by reading the stains on their shoes or something.