Author's note: Hey! B here. It's been a while since we've updated, so I was bugging D to write the next chapter already. He emailed me this in response. I'll refrain from commenting on it right now and just let you read.
Meanwhile, Moriarty had bumped his head. Again. The shelf that was too high to properly display the large, dusty cardboard "summer of Fritos" beach-themed advertisement that sat upon it, but too low to allow a grown man to pass under, had again inflicted pain on it most frequent victim. Moriarty unleashed a horrific scream from the depths of his lungs in pain, frustration and rage - "EEeeeeeeeieieieieeah!". Tears streamed down his face. He fell to his back, face red, now in a full-fledged tantrum. He shouted obscenities while pounding his fists and feet on the floor. Suddenly, a sharp blow to his abdomen knocked the air out of Moriarty and brought him back to his senses. He glanced to his side as the "summer of Fritos" diorama bounced to Moriarty's left and lodged itself partially under a white cabinet with a brown Formica top. A thousand specks of dust shimmered in the afternoon air. Moriarty's pounding had brought the Fritos ad down on his chest. Moriarty sat up, sobbing quietly to himself.
AN: ? ...Okay, then. Moving on. Thanks for reading and please review - the usual! :D