"Bored,"the cry rang through the flat for the sixth time in four minutes.

"I'm well aware, Sherlock," an irked John replied from his chair. Sherlock, who was curled up on the couch facing the wall, hadn't had a case for four days now, and felt the need to remind John how that made him feel.

"Entertain me. No you can't, never mind. Your mind is too ordinary," Sherlock spoke quickly.

"Thank you, Sherlock, for notifying me of the vast superiority of your brain."

"Anytime. I'm still bored."

"Then maybe you should go to the store and replace the milk that you kept the toenails in. Go out into the world for a bit. "

"The world is tedious, John, I've told you," Sherlock curled up even farther into the couch.

"Sorry, I'll try to keep up."

"Please do. Why must the criminals chose today not to disregard the law."

"Why don't you start an experiment? Or better yet get the dogs' eyes out of my gun. How many times must I remind you that body parts are not to be turned into ammo? And clean up the splatter on the walls while you're at it."John's tone expressed his exasperation.

"Molly doesn't have any new bodies at the morgue, and the eyes won't be stable enough to move for another three days. It's dull anyways." Sherlock's tone became excited."John! You should murder someone! No that would be too simple. Probably a two, not worth my time. This is horrible, John. Why must you be so dim?"

"You know what Sherlock? I'm fed up. If you're so smart, why can't YOU think up something for yourself to do? Why don't you just try thinking about something? Think about space, or a hypothetical murder to solve, or ANYTHING! Think of a way to prank Mycroft! If you're as smart as you seem to think you are then you'll be able to think of something. Even us 'ordinary' people can amuse ourselves when need be!"

Frustrated, John got up from his chair, and stormed over to grab his coat.

"I'm going for a walk,"he stated as he walked out the door, leaving Sherlock to sit in stunned silence.