Scene: Sherlock Holmes, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Loki Laufeyson, The Doctor, and Legolas walk into San Francisco comic-con, all in full regalia. Every fangirl in the room begin to hyperventilate and chaos ensues as every female attempts to push their way towards the men. Then, completely overwhelmed by their excitement, they all fall to the floor in fits of convulsion, as their male counterparts stand confused and annoyed with the newcomers.

Loki: See? I told you the fangirls would fall at our feet. This is what happened last year… so onerous.

Obi-Wan: Will they be okay? Some of these civilians are dressed like Jedi… how is that possible? Does this world have a Jedi Academy on it? I wonder why it was not attacked by the Droids?

Sherlock: No, of course not, it's simple deductive reasoning, it's obvious that at this time humans are barely making space travel, let alone traveling to the Midichlorian galaxy.

Doctor: Then how do you know about the Midichlorian galaxy?

Sherlock: My brother is Mycroft Holmes.

All: Oh….. that explains the dread you inspire, that pours off you in waves.

Loki: Ah, Mycroft, we had such good times together…(tee hee hee… that reign of terror…)

Doctor: Wait, didn't Mycroft incarcerate me for a decade or two? Run numerous tests on me? Torture me with his umbrella?

Sherlock: Most probably. His track record with aliens is somewhat...difficult.

Doctor: Oh, okay. Just wanted to make sure. Wait, aren't the Holmeses descended from Vulcans?

Sherlock: I have no comment on the matter. Besides, my brother has a reputation to keep, cruelty you know, it keeps the masses in check.

Legolas: At least your brother did not incinerate a whole town and steal their gold, you foul beast!

Sherlock: Obviously you're not acquainted with my brother.

Legolas: Why have the females not stirred? Do they live? Shall I summon a wizard?

Loki: I'm already here, I'm the only wizard who really counts; I just don't care about these crazed, insipid maniacs.

Obi-Wan: How dare you insult these fine female Jedi! They may be occasionally overcome with emotion, but they are young and still have much to learn!

Doctor: Oh, yes those nasty hormones. They're everywhere at these sorts of things…

Sherlock: It seems to be some sort of airborne toxin, we are simply not affected because we're men, as you can see, most of the males in this room are unaffected, if slightly stunned. But that is to be expected in those of lower intellect.

Loki: I am in wholehearted agreement, are you sure you are not of Asgard, or perhaps Utgard?

Sherlock: John informs me that it is entirely possible that I am a frost giant.

Doctor: Hey! I love Earth girls! You'd never catch Rose Tyler swooning after your type, so you lay off! You pasty, pale, dark haired brooders!

Legolas: I don't mean to disturb your argument, but the menfolk do not seem to favor us much. I've received friendlier overtures from orcs in battle.

Loki: Iron Man was happier to see me than these men!

Sherlock: Yes, looks of jealousy have long been directed my way, however it seems that it has started to be colored with hatred. John has told me that in these situations, it is best to extricate yourself. Besides, Lestrade told me if I caused another violent outbreak, he would throw me off cases until Christmastide.