Watson sighed as the Holmes brothers argued over an old topic that had been going on all week.
"Mycroft, you are like a side of a house! Will you please go on a diet!" Sherlock cried over at his brother who was hiding behind a newspaper.
"I will not Sherlock. What about you? You could be used to sweep up the floor because you are as skinny as a broom. Why don't you eat more?" The elder Holmes snarled as he glared at his brother over the top of the news.
Watson cleared his throat and both men swung around to look at him.
"If you do not mind me saying so, I think that you should switch diets for a look." Watson said with raised eyebrow.
"I refuse!" cryed Sherlock with a look of horror on his face.
"As do I!" said the shocked older brother.
"Then would you please shut up about the whole topic if you don't plan to solve the matter?" Watson said with a smug smile.
A moment passed with silence then Sherlock said, "Watson, you need to lose a few pounds. You are a bit porky."