The Phone Problem
A 221b by Doctor Naplam
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John walked into the kitchen and put a kettle on for a morning cup of tea while Sherlock sat in his chair, staring intently at his mobile.
"Did you stay up all night?" John asked while yawning a little bit.
"Humph…" Sherlock mumbled and tapped furiously on the phone.
"You really need to get some sleep once in a while you know," John continued. "Lack of sleep is hard on your system. Trust me, I know these kinds of things. I'm a doctor."
"I'm just fine," the consulting detective grumbled as he stopped tapping and frowned at the tiny screen.
John contined to make preparations for his tea. "I could make you a nice strong cup of coffee if you like," he offered.
"Three patches…" Sherlock answered, tapping furiously again on the black rectangle. "Argh!" he shouted, throwing the phone on the floor.
"Problem?" John asked.
"The biggest problem I've ever faced," Sherlock replied staring at the phone as if it were a demon from hell.
"Not Moriarity again?"
"Not even close," Sherlock replied, leaning over slowly and picking up the phone, "much worse."
"Worse? What could be worse than Moriarity?"
Sherlock groaned, tapping again on the screen, "You won't believe it."
"Try me," said John.
Sherlock held up the phone, "I can't get past the first level on Flappy bird."
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Author's note: Just a short 221b in response to a challenge by patemalah21 to write one that ends with "Flappy bird." Hope you liked it.