A/N: I'M BAAAACK!
And with a question!
For those of you who've read my other stories, I've got this one called *Insert Awesome Title Here*. Would you guys like me to bring it back? I really liked that one, and all the reviews I got on it were good! Think on it. Pleeeease?
As for my other discontinued story, it's never coming back. Hate to say it, but it's gone. Bye-bye.
STILL OWNING NOTHING.
Dear Mycroft,
DO YOU HAVE ANY HILARIOUS CHILDHOOD STORIES OF LOCKIE?
Raychie
Dear Raychie,
Well, there is this one time when- Mmph! *gets tackled by a sheet-wearing Sherlock*
-Mycroft
Dear Sherlock
Is it true that your little bro is Q from James Bond?
Raychie
Dear Raychie,
YOU TRIED TO GET MYCROFT TO TELL YOU CHILDHOOD STORIES. I NO LONGER TRUST YOU.
-SH
Dear Sherlock,
What would you do if you and Jess (read my fanfics) got locked in a closet for 4 hours? Are you really as sappy as I write you? On the inside?
Author
Dear Author,
I... uhm... Jess seems like a very, very nice lady, however... um... COMING JAWN! *runs off*
*Author-lady drags him back* Now, Sherly, answer their question!
But... Oh, fine. I... uhm... I doubt I'd do anything without getting to know her? And I'd definitely tell her entire life story back to her.
And I guess I am. I dunno. It's hard to concentrate with Jawn blasting Bruno Mars' Grenade in the next room.
-SH (And Author-Lady)
Dear Author,
Sorry about him. He's a little cranky after being locked in a closet for five hours.
-Author-Lady
Dear John,
I have pictures of red pants Monday. If you don't want them released onto the internets put on this kitty jumper,
*Hands author kitty jumper to give to Jawny*
and eat this clearly not drugged the heck up jam with some toast.
Sincerely, This-is-not-Mike, anonymous.
Dear This-is-not-Mike, Anonymous,
*eyes widen* SERIOUSLY? OH, I DON'T WANT SHERLOCK TO SEE ME IN- I mean wat? Oh, fine, I'll put them on. Just because I've got a reputation to uphold and people PHOTOSHOP anything of me that gets released on the interwebs... *puts on jumper* And thanks for the toast and jam! *omnomnom*
-John-not-Jawn.
Pst! Pssssst! Fp! Fpeeeeee!? There are drugs in the jam. I'll leave it up to you to discern what kind. :3
I'm guessing you were calling me? Well, I'm thankful that you told me and not Jawn or Sherly. :3
I'll give it to him and see what happens... Whoop. Jawn's collapsed in the floor. I'd better go take care of that.
I WAS NEVER HERE!
Dannnngit. I love you Jawn. Okeee.
Dear Anon-who-didn't-leave-a-name,
Um... Love you too? I guess?
-JOHN-not-Jawn
Insane amount of Johnlock here, guise. Insane amount.
Love you all! And I love this story!
Until next time:
~~FP
