Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective in the world, stood in his room working on some sort of machine. It was large, tall, and looked like a circular door of sorts. Watson walked in and stared for a moment.
"…What is that?" He asked before walking over.
"Watson, I think I have successfully created a time traveling device…" Holmes said, placing down the tool he was using. He stepped back and took in the site of his invention.
Watson was speechless for a few seconds. "You really need to get out of this room more often." He finally said. Glancing over in another direction, he noticed that his dog was lying on the floor, looking awfully… not alive. "And did you kill my dog again?"
"Our dog." Holmes corrected, ignoring the first statement. He then stepped up to his machine and grabbed a lever. "Now… let's see if this works!" He gave it a pull and the machine came to life. The large circle opening turned into a spiral of light, and through it came…
"I am Iron Man and…" Iron Man was distracted for a moment. "Wow, you look a lot like me." He said to Holmes. He then got back on track. "I am Iron Man and… now he's dead." He finished, tossing the dog out the window. He then jumped back through the Time Machine and it blew up.
After some silence, Watson spoke up. "What the hell was that?"