What to do when someone shouts, “Vatican Cameo(s)!”
"i imagine john watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, not that i think about him thinking about it, or anything, uh, the chemistry’s incredibly simple and very destructive; i know we weren’t talking about it or anything but i just, you know, it’s funny that he probably thinks about it and i’m definitely not completely obsessed with him or anything, love is DESTRUCTIVE whats wrong with me i cant stop thinking about him i dont want to think about it; LOOK i don’t have emotions love is evil haha ha. i win. ha H— please help me i’m terrified by feelings"
Q:"Hello," Sherlock greeted his brother when he arrived at 221b. "Where is Sherlock?" Mycroft asked the android. "I am Sherlock," android Sherlock replied. "Where is the organic Sherlock?" Mycroft asked again. "He didn't want to see you so he's hiding upstairs," android Sherlock told him, "he has bad news for you." "What kind of bad news?" Mycroft asked warming up to this version of his baby brother. "It appears he was unable to make an android of Detective Inspector Lestrade as per your request."
Q:"John!" Sherlock shouted as he'd done a thousand times before. When John didn't come running he shouted for him a second time and then for Mrs. Hudson. After a few minutes of impatient waiting he got up to see what was keeping his flatmate but when he tried to leave he realized that 221b wasn't real it was just a hologram and that no one had called him Sherlock Holmes in years. His name was John Harrison now and if he wanted to save his friend John Watson he would have to play their game.