Nobody will ever know how many times I’ve practiced the gesture and line and everything. I might decide to learn what’s left of the pool scene that I haven’t had ingrained into my memory already.
Just because I want to be Moriarty so badly.
I gave you my number… thought you might call.
Jim? Jim from IT? Did I really make such a fleeting impression? Then again, that was rather the point.
Did you like the touch with the underwear?
That’s what people DO!
If you don’t stop prying… I will burn you. I will burn the heart out of you.
I’m SOOOOO changeable!
Moriarty’s Pumped Up Kicks
A parody, if it wasn’t obvious. I had a lot of fun making this.
Lyrics:
I know you’ve got a quick mind
You’ll look around the room, who knows what you’ll find?
See, you’ve got quite a pet
Hangin’ off your arm, perfect target
And now, you can’t hide or run
You’ve gone too far, but we’ll have some fun
And you won’t even know what
What’s comin’ for you, I’m comin’ for you, yeah
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better solve, better solve
Faster than my snipers
All the other kids
with their crimes undid
better hush, better hush
don’t speak my name
But now I’ve got to bid
Thirty million quid
just to get, just to get
you playin’ my game
Sherlock works a long day
He’s comin’ home late, he’s comin’ home late
And he’s bringin’ me a surprise
Bruce-Partington plans on a flash drive
I’ve waited for a long time
The slight of my hand is now a troop of snipers
I reason with your little pet
I’ll set your heart on fire, gonna burn it out, yeah
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
Thought that I was dull
But I’m changeable
Get away, get away
Wish you’d stop tryin’
Maybe now your fate
We’ll negotiate
‘Cause, come on, it’s for John
Now can’t you stop pryin’?
But the flirting’s over, Sherlock, daddy’s had enough now. I’ve shown you what I can do, I cut loose all those people, all those little problems, even 30 million quid just to get you to come out and play. So take this as a friendly warning… my dear. Back off. Although, I have loved this — this little game of ours, playing Jim from IT, playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
All the other feet
Out on London’s streets
Better run, better run
Outrun my gun
If you want your feet
Back on Baker Street
Better move, better move
Faster than my snipers
No one gets to me
Not to Moriarty
But you’re close, very close
Knew you had it in you
Oh, it’s such a shame
That our little game
Has to come to an end,
You just can’t continue
couldbeanythingthereforenothing:
(via imgTumble)iwaspromisedteaandcakeordeath:
(Submitted by anon)
This is Jim from IT. Did you try turning it on and off again? OK. OK. DADDY’s HAD ENOUGH NOW *Slams down phone*
^ Reblogging for that image.
This is Jim from IT. Is it plugged in? Yes? Okay, turn it back on. Okay. Okay. DADDY’S HAD ENOUGH NOW. *Slams down phone again*
Hi this is Jim from IT have you tried turning it on and off? No? Then I WILL BURN THE HARD DRIVE OUT OF YOU!
That made my day ^
Jim from IT…Hi!! Have you tried turning it on and off again? Here’s a friendly warning. My dear. Back up…that hard-drive.
^ All of this!
You want me to come down there and fix it? Well tough shit.
No one ever gets to me.
And no one ever will.
This is Jim from IT. I’ve shown you what I can do. Cut loose all those wires. Even charged you 30 million quid, just to make that CD play…
‘Computers have crashed!’
‘That’s what computers DO!’
“I fixed your computer. Did you like the little touch with the firewall?”
”You can’t be allowed to continue using Windows 99. You just can’t.”
