See You In Hell

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: yes. It was 10 hours ago. What about it.

Sherlock: well I think I've done it.

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: do you know! The highest likely statistic of my death?

John: at the hands of your roommate?

Sherlock: no. In an accident john.

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*

Arthur: *helping him along* I think you mean Streets.