Sherlock thoughts- Now With Facts About Angler Fish!
- Ah, running through a forest with monster behind you. I've spent some of my favourite Bank Holiday weekends like that.
- Russell Tovey! Always a pleasure to see him.
- Erm, harpoon gun?
- Sherlock begs so sweetly when he's in baccy withdrawl. I wonder if Irene knows?
- Don't take it out on Mrs H! Remember the commandments?
- Wait, Bluebell the rabbit turned luminous? Phosphorus, right?
- Animals grown for the battlefield. Oh, Moff, please don't make this a We3 rerun.
- And for pity's sake, pass him a fag while you're at it.
- Ah, it's not just naked chicks Sherlock shows off for.
- The fact that John manages to work through a lot of women suggests the poetry must be pretty good.
- Fly solo, our John! Take the laptop, threaten cock shots on the webscam if Sherlock's unappreciative.
- Oooh, that's some lovely location shooting on Dartmoor. Dramatic pose break on an outcrop!
- "Stay off the moors!" American werewolves everywhere feel their ears prick up.
- Another week, another comedy confusion over John and Sherlock's relationship.
- You know, Sherlock, the top button on the shirt is purely an optional extra, Just saying.
- A plaster cast of a giant pawprint. I've got a horrible feeling I'd just use it for holding interesing beads.
- The power of Mycroft has no boundaries.
- Oooh, my Mad Science senses are tingling. Though I like my mad science with less animal testing.
- Wait, screw phospherous, you could probably plug in a luciferine gene into a rabbit for kicks and giggles. It's the stuff as makes angler fish glow.
- Good save, Dr Franklin. Now, why was he saving them?
- Goodness, John's blog is getting as powerful as Mycroft. Loving it. Admittedly, the Aluminium Crutch is a good 'un.
- Yeah, sorry but you do. And it's not as though those aren't his usual cheekbones.
- The moors. At night. Someone's getting a hug from the Bad Idea Bear!
- umqra. Umbra? Ghost?
- That's a pretty good growly noise right there. No solid visual though.
- Sherlock's got a little traumatised face in the firelight. John, hug him like a puppy, please!
- There's lots wrong with you, Sherlock. But right now you're acting like me after an attempted blood test.
- Here John, pretty girl for you to talk to! Try some poetry, go on...
- Someone is deliberately trying to drive that poor bastard crazy. Nothing discredits like a good sectioning!
- Oooh, a solid cockblock there.
- I'm thinking that's now officially Sherlock's Rock. The Sherrock, as it were.
- United...Mongoose Queens...Reigning Association?
- Of course, by Sherlock standards that's practically a declaration of love.
- And that really is! Conductor of Genius, no less!
- LeStrade? Shades indoors isn't a good look even if it splendid to see you.
- Apology coffee is rather adorable.
- Ah, bacon sarnies, the downfall of many a veggie.
- Be scared, Mycroft- Sherlock's gonna need a favour.
- Conspirators have big coats? I've never noticed that myself.
- Oooh, death rays! Don't let me down now, sinister army scientists!
- No no, I wanted death rays, not brain scrambling rays! Oh, that's what frightened Sherlock. Yeah, get an army to flee before you've even fired a shot...
- John, you're not seeing it. It's a tape or something.
- Glowy rabbits would definitely be the next fashion in pets. I mean, come on, that's adorable. And could probably fund the MoD for years to come.
- Jellyfish, not angler fish. Gah! I always get it wrong :(
- A mind-palace. Mine would need a couple of wings for Doctor Who references.
- So not a fear ray, a fear aerosol. Sherlock's precious brain meat!
- And Henry's brain meat by now must look like a mad cow's, poor bastard. That's long term exposure, gotta be.
- Though frankly the man in a gas mask is also pretty damn traumatic. Moff obviously having another crack at nightmare-sculpting.
- The mist's doing it! Don't shoot!
- Yeah, Franklin, you're wandering round a rocky dangerous MINEFIELD at n
- Yup, there we go. They'll be burying you with a spatula.
- Yeah, locking John in the Lab of Terror is going to need an apology coffee the size of a bloody canoe.
- Waitwaitwait, did they just release Moriarty? Meep! And come to think of it, who's they, precisely?
- Did we ever establish what UMQRA is?