BILLIAM HENRY MCCARTY YOU ARE CONSTANTLY ON THE VERGE OF AMPUTATING YOUR OWN COWLICK YOU HAVE ZERO ROOM TO TALK
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BILLIAM HENRY MCCARTY YOU ARE CONSTANTLY ON THE VERGE OF AMPUTATING YOUR OWN COWLICK YOU HAVE ZERO ROOM TO TALK
Fics I won’t write soon
Florence Nightingale embarks on an anti-smoking campaign. The other Servants point out in vain that they can’t get lung cancer unless it’s already a part of their myth, though a tirade on secondhand smoke wrangles promises from some of them not to light up around the humans.
Sherlock coolly lays down a mirror and sets about cutting himself a line of Void Dust.