"Lestrade, stop chewing on the tree. It's disgusting."
"Shurrf ufff Shherrloofff."
John inched down the trunk and swung down onto the branch. "He's trying to crawl up, Sherlock. No thanks to you."
"That's not true. I've got his coattails."
"He's just hanging there!"
"I told him to stop bouncing on my branch. I really should just drop him, the
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