Antonio gazed out over the canal, a man named Bassanio was standing at his side. "My good sir, you know how much I like you," Bassanio stammered
"Yes."
"And admire you," Antonio grew agitated.
"Yes!"
"Can I have a loan?"
"No, you shall not! I have no money and I am highly racist, I don't think much but I am loyal."
"So, be loyal to me!"
"Unless it's you. Do you know how much a lawyer costs?"
"So, get some extra money."
"I DO NOT WANT NOR NEED EXTRA MONEY! I HAVE A BOAT PILOTED BY THE CAPTAIN FROM THE GOOD BOAT TITANIC AND HE IS GOOD!"
"Of course you don't, I need it." Antonio screamed. He cast out his hand and Bassanio trudged away, sadly.
5 seconds later...
Sherlock looked at Antonio, Antionio glared at Bassanio and Bassanio derpped out and store at space. Sherlock was playing dumb.
"Ya want some!" Sherlock shouted.
"What, money?" Antonio replied
"You starting on me?"
"Yeah, I want a loan. You know just glide in, glide out."
"Like I did to your mum last night."
"Say what?"
"Yeah, yo' momma so fat she ordered a water bed and they put a sheet over the ocean."
"Look, just give me the three k I need." Sherlock straightened up.
"A pound a flesh, I can spill blood and you will pay in three months." He smartly said.
"Oh, hell no. He's paying, I am definitely not!"
"Pffffttt, fine." Sherlock gave Bassanio the money he needed then walked off.
"That wasn't so hard." He said. Antonio just walked off, banging his head, occasionally, against walls.
A longer time...
Seneca Crane looked at the four boxes, one had the key to Porters heart and picked up the box with cogs on. Technology was his thing. Inside were nightlock berries, he cursed and popped them in his mouth. Then he fell. Porter looked at her maid, Nerdissa.
"Will I ever find someone?" She asked. Then Bassanio popped his head round the door. "Quick, open the lead box!" He hurried over and snatched the lid away. They kissed and repayed Sherlock and everything was great. Apart from the fact that they killed off a entire franchise.
