"Twitter?" said Anderson "In like what birds do?"
"For god's sake, Anderson, just get on and create an account!" replied Lestrade, a slight annoyance creeping into his tone of voice for having to deal with Anderson's stupidity.
"Name: A-n-d-e-r-s-o-n" Anderson muttered under his breath as he filled in the account information. "Right. Username…um…Lestrade…"
"What now you blithering idiot?" Said Lestrade sighing and rubbing his eyes, "Don't you know your own email address?"
"What should my username be?"
"I don't know! Why ask me? Come up with it yourself!" Lestrade cried, infuriated, his voice echoing around the empty office. "You can tell your IQ is the lowest on the force…" he muttered returning to creating his own account.
"IQ…IQ…" pondered Anderson, "I've got it!" he said rapidly tapping the noisily clicking keyboard.
"What is it? LowIQAnderson?" said Lestrade with a smirk
"But the opposite," replied Anderson "HighIQAnderson" Lestrade snorted. But Anderson, unphased by this response, carried on happily."I wonder how many followers I'll get? Do you think I will be able to get as many as Justin Bieber? Maybe I could…" Anderson leapt out of him chair causing Lestrade to spill his coffee into his lap. "I know! I can start up a little fan army for me called 'Anderson's Army'! That'll show Sherlock who's really the most popular!" Anderson grinned madly at his sudden stroke of genius. Lestrade thought otherwise but decided against expressing these oppinion.
"Yeah, you go Andy…" Lestrade mumbled trying to sound enthusiastic whilst frantically mopping up the spilt drink. Anderson returned to his chair and squinted at the computer screen.
"Look! I have '1 follower' already!" said Anderson pointing excitedly at the screen, "I'm on my way to popularity!"
"Anderson, that's me."