Scene: The main room at 221b Baker Street. SHERLOCK is on the sofa, engrossed in his laptop. JOHN enters from the kitchen.
JOHN: Sherlock!
SHERLOCK: What now?
JOHN (Gesticulating): What's that bloody skull doing in the fridge?!
SHERLOCK: *Barely glances up from his laptop* Not much.
JOHN: *sighs* Get rid of it will you?
SHERLOCK: What for?
JOHN: WHAT?!
SHERLOCK: I said; what for?
JOHN: I heard you perfectly well the first time!
SHERLOCK: Then why the pointless questioning?
JOHN: I said - oh, you know what, never mind. What's it doing there anyway?
SHERLOCK: *Looking up* As I clearly said John, not very much.
JOHN: Yes, but whys it in the fridge in the first place?
SHERLOCK: *looking at laptop again* I put it there.
JOHN: And what, Sherlock, inspired you to put it there?
SHERLOCK: Why not?
JOHN (getting really angry now): Listen, I don't appreciate opening the fridge to get milk – of which we have none by the way - and being faced with that grinning at me! I though we agreed, no more experiments in the fridge!"
SHERLOCK: *Shrugs and goes back to ignoring John*
JOHN: Don't you ignore me Sherlock. Don't you dare.
SHERLOCK: *stubbornly ignores John*
JOHN: Fine! Have it your way then! *Storms off set*
MRS HUDSON (Offstage): Goodness me! In the fridge! Really, Sherlock, can't you do something about this?
SHERLOCK: *meekly gets up off couch* I'm coming Mrs Hudson
JOHN (offstage): How ON EARTH did you get him to do that?
MRS HUDSON: I'm not married to him like you are dear. Makes things much easier.
JOHN: *Splutters indignantly* I'm not, we're not-
MRS HUDSON: Yes you are.