"Sherlock, I'm going out for shopping! Is there anything you need?" John yelled from the kitchen. The lack of food in the house was starting to get ridiculous and of course Sherlock hadn't noticed at all. If it weren't for John the man would never eat.
There was no answer from Sherlock, not that that surprised him at all. John walked into the living room to find Sherlock lying with his face to the wall on his favourite couch.
"Sherlock!" John yelled. Sherlock jolted to attention with a look that could only be described as slightly murderous. He didn't say anything, just pointed to a small whiteboard on the coffee table beside him.
John looked over the list in shock and disbelief. Dry ice, a whole cow ā preferably pre-slaughter, chainsaw, duct tape, Mentos, Diet Coca-Cola, a lot of candles, blow torch and marshmallows were among the most normal items on the list.
"Sherlock, I can't ā no I won't get these for you." John sighed.
"Why not?" he pouted, resembling a small child.
"Well first of all, we can't fit a dead cow in a freezer. Also, there is no way you are having Mentos and Diet Coca-Cola at the same time, I don't think Mrs Hudson would appreciate that very much."
"But they're for an experiment, John."
"No, Sherlock."
"But Iā¦"
"NO."
"You're being exceptionally unreasonably."
