"GUYS, THERE'S A NEW ONE!" yelled a middle-aged man with dark grey hair. Whoops were heard across the big office room.
"Dibs narrator!" replied a tanned woman, dark hair in curls exploding from her head.
"I'm John!" roared a pot-bellied man, standing up.
"SHERLAWK!" squealed a female voice. Anderson was dancing like a little girl and giggling.
"I'm Moriarty!" drawled an American dude in a bad Irish accent.
"MRS HUD-SOOOOOON!"
"Lestrade!"
"I'm the skull!"
There was a silence as everyone looked at the man who had spoken.
"It has interesting character depth."
After a few minutes, everyone had a part, or had at least tried to get a part.
Then, everyone opened the same website on their screen.
"And, GO!"
"It all started when Lestrade called us. Sherlock as in his normal position, feet up on the wall, his hands clasped in front of his face. I was just writing out our last case, when 'Sure Fire Winners' started playing. Sherlock shouldn't have let Greg choose his ringtone...'