"Sherlock, you're not using the tv, are you?" John walked out into the kitchen holding a cup of coffee and the remote control.

Sherlock, who was bending over a newspaper, pen in hand, didn't bother to look up. "Observe John, observe. I'm over here, not over there. I'm clearly occupied. Think before you speak."

"That's a no then?"

Sherlock sighed. "No, John."

John sat down in front of the television and stretched his legs out. He switched on the television and selected the right channel. The theme song began playing, and John tapped his foot in time.

"Goooooooooood evening, good evening, good evening, good evening!"

Sherlock jerked upright. "WHAT are you watching?"

John turned around in surprise. "QI. I watch it every week, or at least I did when I lived in my flat. It's a great little show. Haven't you heard of it?"

"Oh yes, I've heard of it." Sherlock snorted derisively. "That twat Stephen Fry and his panel of people who think they're hilarious."

"They are."

"What?"

"They are hilarious."

"But that has no bearing on the fact that the show is still an idiotic program."

"Why would you say that? I happen to like it?" John looked slightly hurt.

"Because, John, as I've said, I have simply no room for such things. I have no place in my head for such useless knowledge. I don't NEED to know how fast a chicken can fly, or how many different beetles there are in the world."

"350,000."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"That's how many types of beetles there are in the world. And it's also something I learned from QI."

Sherlock put down his pen. "You see John, you go about proving my point incredibly well. I don't know how you do it."

"Be quiet, Sherlock, I'm missing the show."

Sherlock muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "It's my flat, you know," but John just ignored him and turned his eyes to the television screen.

The first round began, and to John, Sherlock was making as much noise as possible. He crumpled sheets of newspaper, threw them across the room when he was finished with them, and shredded the others. John turned up the volume and continued watching.

"John, can you possibly make that television any louder? I'm going to go mad in a minute."

John turned it down a few notches.

"Ah, I can't CONCENTRATE!" Sherlock ran his hands through his hair. "Because of your idiotic game shows!"

"Fine, whatever, have it your way!" John threw his hands in the air. "If you're really so upset about it, I'll catch it on my laptop in the other room." He stood up, grabbed his coffee, and marched out.

"No, John, don't do that!" Sherlock protested. "I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Then shut up!" John yelled.

Sherlock looked taken aback. "Fine. Fine. I will." He nodded and quietly unfolded his newspaper

After a few minutes without hearing hardly a sound, John glanced behind him. Sherlock was staring at the television, mouth slightly open. He saw John looking, glared, and turned back to his work hastily.

John smiled to himself and shook his head.

"Now, for our next question," came the television. "How many times would the earth fit inside of Jupiter?"

"What's the topic for this episode, anyway?" Sherlock asked after a few minutes of bantering between the panelists.

"Hmm?" John turned his attention back to his friend. "Oh, astronomy. Maybe you could learn a thing or two."