Sebby! -JM
Seb? -JM
Sebastian. -JM
SEBASTIAN TIGER MORAN!!!! -JM
THATS NOT MY MIDDLE NAME, JAMES MORIARTY!!! -SM
Did... -JM
Did you just call me James? -JM
Yeah. Whatcha gonna do about it? -SM
First of all, whatcha and gonna are not words. Second of all, how dare you. -JM
Oh I dare. I dare real good. -SM
Not going to answer? -SM
If you iron those Westwoods even more, they'll be like paper. -SM
Shut up. -JM
Touched a nerve there, have I, Jimmy? -SM
You have 30 seconds. -JM
To what? Run to the bedroom? Oh, Jim. I'm quite flattered. -SM
Tiger, be quiet. Go check on the girl. -JM
Why don't you? -SM
Why should it be me?! -JM
BECAUSE YOURE ALREADY THERE!! -SM
Tiger? -JM
Yes? -SM
It's you're. Not youre. -JM
[Jim Moriarty has left the chat]
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AléatoireTexts between a consulting detective and his blogger and a certain Detective Inspector and the British Government
