Sherlock had not asked for compAny. And yet, here mothwrfucking Magnussen was the specky four eyed cunt with his magic glasses that didn't actually give him all his bloody information.
My mind palace just hasn't been updated to the latest version, Sherlock tought with a loud frown. One day he would get version 2.1.3 but toda was not that day.
Then he heard the FOotsteps on the stairs.
The detective knew. Not john, but the same bitch that had broadcasted his fuck ugly irish face all over England (thiugh SH secretly thought him attractive - he even lied to himself wow). And now, the dick lamp decided to sHow up? In Sherlock's criB?
"Surprise, bitch," HE steped into the room. "Bet you thought you'd seen the last of me?" Jim stopped when he notice CAM. "Who the fuck is you?!"
"I bes his new enemy, fucktard." CAM smirkd.
Moraty was anger. "I was here first."
thye tangoed into a wrestle. It was watched with horror. two criminlas fighting ovEr him?! He felt slecial.
CAM and moiarty fighted it out to the death. Only the superior criminal would win the Sherlock's heart. In the end, Jim came out on top, though he was really a bottom behind clossed doors.
SheRloCk made a deduction of the body. He deduced CAM And pulled bakc with a nod. Moriaty was bleed.
"From what I can sea," Sherlock spoked. "He deaded."