Competition Heating Up
"Molly, don't be an idiot. He's clearly the least impressive of the bunch."
"What are you talking about?!"
"The way he's strutting his rear, acting like he's the best in the bloody room when he's not even doing anything!"
Molly just raises her eyebrow.
"No, seriously! Look at him! Listen to him! Bloody hell, he speaks like he knows everything about everything, when most of the time we don't even see what he can do. He just stands there and insults people. I bet you he's wrong half the time."
Molly is starting to get amused.
"Sherlock…"
"And the way he's just in everybody's business! I mean, everyone hates him and he's too stuck in his arrogance to realize that they hate him not because he's brilliant but because he's a git."
She chuckles.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Sherlock, you're talking about Gordon Ramsay. He's both a critically- and commercially-acclaimed chef. You've just called arguably the best chef in England the least impressive in a room full of inexperienced cooks."
"So?"
She laughs. "You're annoyed at him for things that you yourself are guilty of."
He scoffs. "I am nothing like him."
Molly turns her attention back on the telly, as they're just about to eliminate another amateur cook. "Sure... Whatever you say, Detective Ramsay."
Note: Things are getting quite cracky and it's showing in the author's writing. :)) Inspiration for this? Masterchef, obviously. Such is what happens when the author is left in front of the television with a laptop and a Masterchef marathon.