"Sherlock! What've you done to my curtains?" shrieked Mrs. Hudson, fingering the curtains that were once a silky red. Sherlock glanced over at the curtains that were now black and burnt.
"An experiment went rather wrong, I'm afraid," he responded. "I'll get new ones, Mrs. Hudson, not to worry."
"You will," she said threateningly.
Dr. John Watson walked into the flat at 221b Baker Street, and stopped dead. Sherlock looked up.
"Ah, hello, John."
"Sherlock… what happened to the curtains?"
"I ruined the old ones."
"So you bought new ones?"
"Obviously."
"Sherlock… why did you buy neon green curtains?"
"…Problem?"
