As I drove on, I saw Sherlock Holmes and John Watson walking around along the side of the road. Sherlock was looking into a magnifying glass at some stupid blade of grass while Watson was throwing another one of his temper-tantrums about "friendships" or "sanity" or God knows what. As I drove past them, I decided to give them some potassium in fruit form. So I rolled down my window and threw some fruit at them, yelling, "How do you like them apples?!" Even though they were blueberries.
Sherlock picked up one of the blueberries and said, "Hope your aunt is cooking up some good food for you."
"How did you know I was going to my aunt's house?" I asked.
"It was quite simple really. First of all, that stain on your trousers suggests...."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!!" John pouted, hitting himself with a wooden board.
(You dont have to read this its just reasons.) Sherlock ignored John's babbling. "Anyway, that stain on your trousers suggests that you spilled some coffee on yourself this morning. Also, the fact that your blowing the AC on it means the entire cup spilled on your leg. This was caused by you trying to rush out of a restaurant, which means you also had a light breakfast. Anyway, as you quickly got out of your chair to leave, you bumped into the table causing the coffee, (which was on the other side of the table) to flip up and thus the whole glass turned over and the liquid spilled on one direct place on your leg. This is important information because it means you're trying to rush to something, and that "something" is your aunt's feast. I know this becuase you're rubbing your tummy a lot which means you are hungry but you're saving space for something big, and also because of the lame card you have thrown in the back of the car. Honestly, what other relative would send such a foolish card? ...And that is my conclusion to my story of how I know you were going to your aunt's feast."
"What? Sorry, I wasn't listening." I said, playing with a leaf that had blown into the car. That's when Sherlock started throwing a temper-tantrum. He and John were both hopping around like a bunch of deranged owls, hooting and screeching their ears off. I drove away from this unpleasant scene quite quickly.
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Fan Fiction Collides
FanfictionThis is a book of some deranged bastards from the shows we all know and love.