Ok this isn't really a story, more like a script!

Add a little light humour, my kind or humour aaha! Um i guess enjoy!

P.S. I also wanted to introduce the university version of the homeless network!

Love, The Teenager with Wifi

"Morning" John nodded

"Morning" Sherlock croaked, looking terribly tired, fiddling with his phone while chugging down his coffee, sitting in the chair that Molly once sat in.

John poured himself a cup trying to get used to his new home; he sat across Sherlock wrapped in sheets, shivering. "Ugh, you military people, how could you get up so early?"

John just chuckled, recently showered, fully dressed in a green sweater, yellow stiff collared shirt hiding underneath and legs covered in jeans.

John pondered about this all night and finally got up the courage to ask "I've wanted to ask, how did you drive the previous roommates out of this house?"

"Hmm?" Sherlock looked up as he fell asleep for a bit, "Oh! Thumbs"

John waited for an extended response but Sherlock just stopped and began to doze off "Wait, What- Thumbs? What do mean thumbs?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes "i mean thumbs!"

"How do you drive people off with 'THUMBS'?"

"You throw it at them"

"Wait, you threw THUMBS at people?"

"Yes"

"What kind of thumbs?"

"I don't know, normal thumbs?"

"HUMAN THUMBS? YOU THREW HUMAN THUMBS AT PEOPLE!"

Sherlock just nodded casually like it wasn't a problem "is there something wrong with that?" he added.

"Ok, first of all, OF COUSE THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THAT, how can you not see how morally wrong that is? I mean how are you NOT in jail! Second of all i- can't- even- And third, WHERE THE HELL DO YOU GET THUMBS!"

Sherlock got up pouring himself another cup of coffee and replied "the junkie network."

"Ok i have no idea what you are saying right now, am i dreaming? Tell me the truth, am i dreaming?"

"No, no" said Sherlock getting somewhat excited. "The junkie network is something i created. You know those potheads down the hall? You can get them to do anything for money."

"So out of all the things you get them to do…. you make them collect THUMBS!"

Sherlock just shrugged.

John just frozen with his jaw to the floor "You. Threw. Human. Thumbs. At. People."

He shrugged again with a nod

"Ok, ok answer me this, what if… what if the thumbs don't work? What if someone was so well adjusted, they could handle THUMBS being thrown at their faces, What would you do then?"

Sherlock stopped, paused and with a smile he replied "Toes"