I watched Mycroft eat a kitten because I read Alone on the Water because I was told to.
I met Sherlock Holmes because Jim told me to and it was slightly awkward
I watched Sherlock headbutt John Watson because i’m a proper genius too and i screamed with joy
I met Sherlock Holmes because I ran out of strawberry jam and melted into a puddle on the floor.
Anderson made me kick Donovan because I’m a proper genius, too, and I ran away.
Anderson made me kick Sherlock’s scarf because it made me happy and I collapsed.
I shagged D.I. Lestrade because I was BORED! and I melted into a puddle on the floor.
I watched in horror as Mycroft ate Sarah Sawyer because I was unhappy and then I was happy for the rest of the day.
I met a kitten because that’s how little Carl died and I was happy for the rest of the day.
I got attacked by a dinosaur because I’m a proper genius too and it hurt.