"Holmes, you must eat something!"

I turned my head to find an irate physician glaring at me. "My dear Watson, I cannot afford to waste time on this case by eating!"

"Holmes. It has been two days already! Just eat something!" Watson looked at me, straightening his cravat. "I'll force some food down your throat if I have to!"

I had no doubt he was capable of it.

I did doubt that he would actually do it.

Watson seemed to know what I was thinking, and lifted a piece of toast threateningly. "Eat something!"

I shook my head. "Watson, I need peace and quiet right now if I am to solve this case."

Watson's eyes glinted mischievously, and he proceeded to munch loudly on his toast. As he finished eating, he got up and pushed his chair in, the legs squeaking loudly against the floor. Watson picked up his glass of water and drank it, making a loud "glug-glug" noise. Then he set it down with a clatter.

I could not stand the noise anymore. "Alright, Watson!" I finally yelled, throwing up my hands in defeat. "I'll eat!" I grabbed a piece of bread and munched on it, while Watson eyed the bread critically. Finally, he sighed.

"Well, Holmes, you ate, so I will stop. Though I doubt what you ate could be enough to feed a bird."