"Sherlock, why are we here again?" Watson asked Holmes as the burning buliding fell around them.
"Well," Holmes said in the most sarcastic tone he could make, "We were on a case, we were kidnapped, tied to chairs, and now we are left here to die in the worst way possible."
Watson rolled his eyes as he pulled the Swiss army knife out of Holmes back pocket. "Holmes, i meant why are we still here when you have a knife to cut the rope?"
Holmes smiled as he looked at Watson. "I have always had a way with dramatics."