"Three-two-one", Abed said to Troy, both sitting. They then sang together, "Troy and Abed in the morrrr-ning!"
"And we're back", Troy said, motioning to the two men sitting near them with his mug filled with hot chocolate, "look who's here: super-detective Sherlock Holmes and his colleague Dr. John Watson all the way from England."
Sherlock muttered a low "hey" and John said a cheery "hello" and lowly waved. Groups of people—strangely, mostly women—were pressed up against the doors and windows of the study room with posters such as, "Sherlock and John", "Come home with me, Holmes", "Inspect me Holmes", "I'm ill for you, Dr. Watson", and so on and so on.
"So I understand, Sherlock that you're the only consulting detective in the world", Troy, smiling, said to Sherlock.
"Of course, I invented the job", Sherlock muttered, unkindly.
"That's amazing", Abed said with enthusiasm and then pointed to John, "So, John, how did you meet Sherlock and become the super team that is Holmes and Watson?"
"Well, I"—John began to say with a blank look, but stopped quickly with a puzzled look—"where are the bloody cameras?"
"Oh, we're not filming this", Troy stated, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah who would watch this?"
"Yes, who would watch this?" Sherlock said, his voice rising, "Both of you are characters on an American television comedy show called Community. You're not even real."
"You're not real either", Abed said in a calm, cool tone, "You were written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in the late 1880s. You're only one of the many adaptations of Sherlock."
The room became deathly quiet as Troy and Abed shifted their eyes along the room, not knowing what to say or do next, Sherlock sat very still, clearly thinking while John stared at an imaginary camera, and sighed with a straight face.