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John: okay big guy what's your plan now??
Sherlock: well my plan relies on the probability that they have a nurses office and exactly how strongly you feel against being lightly stabbed.
John: Excuse me?
Sherlock: no stay right there
John: what-
John: *screams* I going to kill you! I literally going to kill you.
Sherlock: JOHN! remeber when I said I will redefine the peoples understanding of psychological and biological approaches of criminology and you said sherlock shut up it 2am get out my room.
John: yes. It was 10 hours ago. What about it.
Sherlock: well I think I've done it.
John: can you talk to me after I've washed the shampoo out my hair!
Client: *sobbing*
Sherlock: ah, I see you are distressed... I'll make some tea.
Client: oh no thank you I dont want tea
Sherlock: ...I didnt know that was optional... coffee?
Client: ah no I dont want a drink, thank you though.
Sherlock: john! What do I do now?
John: just sit down
Sherlock: I really wish you wouldnt force me to communicate with riff raff john! They are rude and stupid and smell out the apartment.
Client: uh.. I can hear you
Sherlock: good for you, can you understand what you hear though?
John: I'm going to bed. *leaves*
Sherlock: looks like someone just made first place in my next experiment
Client: are you going to kill me?
Sherlock: quite possibly. Tea?
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John: what are you doing now!
Sherlock: do you know! The highest likely statistic of my death?
John: at the hands of your roommate?
Sherlock: no. In an accident john.
John: oh yeah, that's how I'm going to make it look.
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Sherlock: He fancies himself a hero, but in classical literature the hero always dies.
Mrs hudson: oh my heavens *sips tea*
John: sherlock I swear.... listen if you cant handle this just tell me. Because I'm THIS close to canceling game night.
Sherlock: *dramatically* WELL hE gavE me a HINT jaWN. What's the POINT in playing if I get hints! I dont want to win if I'm allowed to!
Greg: honestly it's not that complicated and it's already taken you thirty minutes to guess.
Sherlock: *takes a deep breath ready to cut them down*
Mrs hudson: *whispers to john* shall I go get the brandy?
Harry: You’re pretty cute when you’re nice.
Draco: What am I when I’m not nice?
Harry: Hot as fuck.
Bby Mordred: Wait, you can actually read minds?! Not just telepathy?
Merlin: Yes. I understand if that makes you uncomfor-
Mordred: That's AWESOME. What am I thinking about right now?
Merlin: You're imagining me in Druid armour.
Mordred: Cool! What's in Gwaine's thoughts?
Merlin: Nothing child-appropriate.
Mordred: What about the Prince?
Merlin: Elevator music.
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Uther: *smug* Welcome to England repression.
Arthur: ...good morning to you too?
Gwaine: *struggling to walk straight after an evening in the tavern* Who needs these fancy pants straights.
Arthur: *helping him along* I think you mean Streets.
Gwaine: I said what I said, Arthur.
Merlin hardly keeping it together: I might be a clown but I'll take you down, bitch.
Gwaine: What do you think is the height of stupidity?
Merlin: I’m not sure, let’s ask him.
Gwaine: what?
Merlin, shouting across the field: Arthur, how tall are you?