WHEN DID THIS BECOME A POETRY CLUB? FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DOES HE REALLY HAVE TO MAKE EVERYTHING DRAMATIC?

BUT THEN AGAIN… HE IS TALKING ABOUT ME… AND I RATHER LIKE HIS CHOICE OF WORDS…

I SHALL HAVE TO CONSULT SEB UPON THIS MATTER.

JUST LOOK AT HIM. I AM SO SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED BY HIM AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW. HE’S SO… PERFECT AND HIS FIGURE IS JUST -

JAMMIT I NEED TO CONCENTRATE.

I AM SO BRILLIANT. OH GOODNESS. LOOK AT SHERLOCK; HE’S SUCH AN ASS. BUT I AM LOVELY.

NOW WHERE’S SEB? WE NEED TO… TALK.

FEMALES. UGHUGHUGHGBLABLOOO.

I JUST WANT TO LEAVE. JAMMIT WOMAN. I KNOW WHAT FLIRTING IS. TRUST ME.

STOP JUST STOP. YOU’RE DUMB. I NEED TO GO SULK IN A CORNER.

WITH JOHN.

FUCK YOU

I WON A BAFTA

TROLOLOL

WAIT WHAT JUST WHAT HAPPENED THAT WOMAN WHAT IS WHAT SHERLOCK HE JUST WHAT I CAN’T

SHERLOCK MUST FOLLOW SHERLOCK HOW DO I WHAT

WHAT THE FUCK IS SHERLOCK DOING? OH - HE’S GONNA BOP MY FOREHEAD ISN’T HE? I HAVEN’T HAD MY FOREHEAD BOPPED SINCE I WAS FOUR. HE’S SO WEIRD. DAMN IT THIS IS EMBARRASSING. 

I’M GLAD MOLLY’S NOT HERE.

IF I SIT LIKE THIS, I WOULD HAVE THE BEST APPEAL, I THINK. MAYBE I SHOULD LEAN A BIT. NO, NO. I’LL JUST SHIFT MY FOOT A BIT WHEN HE COMES UP. SHOULD I LOOK AT HIM? NO… THAT’S TOO… NONTHEATRICAL. I THINK I’LL JUST PLAY MY MUSIC - YES! THAT’LL BE GOOD! - AND THEN I’LL SAY SOMETHING WITTY ABOUT IT. YES! GOOD! 

OH HERE HE COMES.

NOT THIS WHOLE ‘I’M DEAD’ THING AGAIN… SHERLOCK, YOU FUCKING ASS. WHY? WHY? AND OF COURSE I’M GOING TO HAVE TO DO ALL THE WORK TO KEEP YOU HIDDEN AND AM GOING TO HAVE TO SUFFER WITH MRS. HUDSON AND JOHN AND THE WORLD. DAMN IT. WHY DID I GET STUCK WITH SUCH A JERK-FACED LITTLE BROTHER?