Got into Sherlock recently, and now I'm addicted. This stemmed from randomness, and I had fun writing it. Does that make me a little bit masochistic?
Sherlock belongs to Conan-Doyle and the biggest trolls in existence, Moffat and Gatiss.
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I killed John. Now I have you all to myself. :) –JM
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You know, he's uglier as a corpse than he was alive. -JM
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Lol, jokes. I only tortured him a bit. –JM
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And when I say 'a bit', I mean a lot. -JM
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We've had quite a bit of fun today. :) -JM
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You can come and pick him up now, I'm all finished. -JM
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You remember the pool, right? You pointed a gun at me, remember? Ah, good memories. –JM
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Sherlock, how much blood is in the human body again? Just wondering. Completely unrelated. –JM
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Are you coming yet? I'm getting bored of the crying. –JM
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Oh, and you didn't answer my question. -JM
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Bored now. How far away are you? -JM
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Sshhherrrllloooccckkkk. -JM
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Whoops. Was so bored I just dropped my knife. –JM
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Into his shoulder. The one with the bullet wound. I get so clumsy when I'm bored. ;) -JM
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He's calling your name now. How dull. –JM
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"Please, god, make it stop!" His words, not mine. -JW
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How long until you get here? The chlorine and blood smell is getting to me. –JM
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You still haven't answered my question. -JW
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Bored, bored, bored. Hurry up. –JM
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Boooooorrrrrrrreeeedddddd. –JM
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Whoops. Dropped my knife again. ;) –JM
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Bored. –JM
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Bored. –JM
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Bored. –JM
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You must be almost here by now. –JM
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Bored. -JM
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Oooh, I didn't know the human body could do that. Learn something new every day, huh? –JM
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I hear a car outside. Is that you? –JM
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Very bored.
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Ha! You should see your face right now. Turn to your right and face the camera, sweetheart, and give us a big smile. :) –JM
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Where are you? Where is John? -SH
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At Baker Street, reading the morning newspaper. April Fools! –JM
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Oh wait, that was a couple of months ago. My mistake, I'm so embarrassed. -JM
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Try not to slip on that puddle near the door on your way out now, dear. -JM
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When I get my hands on you, Moriarty, there won't be enough left for an autopsy. –SH
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Oh, I'm sure there won't be. It's been fun trolling you, Sherlock Holmes. Ta ta for now! –JM
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John? Are you alright? -SH
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What do you mean? I'm fine. –JW
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Oh, nothing. I'm coming home now. Just stay where you are. -SH
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Ok? Uh, are you all right? -JW
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Fine. Just don't go anywhere until I get back. –SH
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Ok, I won't. –JW
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Oh, and if you happen to pass a Tescos on your way, we're out of milk. –JW
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