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[propergenius.livejournal.com]

I'm missing my jar of fingers.

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Can not resist

[alwaysjusttonks.livejournal.com]

....

....

Did it crawl away?

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

No.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.

[watsowned]

[sarcasm: ON]

Oh, I just hate when that happens.

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

It is very annoying, yes.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

You have a jar of fingers? Isn't that a bit... morbid?

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

No. It was for an experiment.

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

Do you... Do you want help looking for them?

[He's going to regret this but he does need help.]

Do you remember where you last, um, placed them?

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

[ Frowns. ]

No. I'm the world's only consulting detective. I don't need "help" looking for them.

[theirishashley.livejournal.com]

Eeeew. [She would say something more eloquent, but anything else would just be a long string of her going 'ew' repeatedly.]

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

It was for an experiment. [ i.e. Sherlock does not understand your 'ew' factor. ]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Hey, I was hungry!

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

[ Sighs, more in annoyance than anything else. ]

Those fingers were for an experiment, not for eating.

Because she's the only muse I've got, currently, with the right look for this...

[stoleyourbrooms.livejournal.com]

[What.

The.

hell!?]

[substituteskull.livejournal.com]

Missin--

No, no, Sherlock, you were right here when--

Yesterday? After tea? I mentioned the rotting smell...

You have no idea do you...

[He sighs.]

I binned them.

Your username is genius.

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

[ For a few seconds, Sherlock looked like a small child who had been denied Christmas. For a few seconds, he literally looked quite pitiful. ]

Sorry, you did what?

Binned them?

But I wasn't finished with the experiment.

[ And no, he doesn't remember you telling him that you'd binned them. Chances are, he wasn't really paying any attention to you at the time. ]

[v-lokisdottir.livejournal.com]

Is it the one with the gold liquid? I think my art teacher has it, then... she didn't think it was real, though...

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

The embalming fluid, yes. It was for an experiment. Quite real, I assure you.

Can not resist

[alwaysjusttonks.livejournal.com]

....

....

Did it crawl away?

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

No.

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, you know.

[watsowned]

[sarcasm: ON]

Oh, I just hate when that happens.

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

It is very annoying, yes.

[captoftardis.livejournal.com]

You have a jar of fingers? Isn't that a bit... morbid?

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

No. It was for an experiment.

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

Do you... Do you want help looking for them?

[He's going to regret this but he does need help.]

Do you remember where you last, um, placed them?

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

[ Frowns. ]

No. I'm the world's only consulting detective. I don't need "help" looking for them.

[theirishashley.livejournal.com]

Eeeew. [She would say something more eloquent, but anything else would just be a long string of her going 'ew' repeatedly.]

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

It was for an experiment. [ i.e. Sherlock does not understand your 'ew' factor. ]

[ofdrumsthesound.livejournal.com]

Hey, I was hungry!

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

[ Sighs, more in annoyance than anything else. ]

Those fingers were for an experiment, not for eating.

Because she's the only muse I've got, currently, with the right look for this...

[stoleyourbrooms.livejournal.com]

[What.

The.

hell!?]

[substituteskull.livejournal.com]

Missin--

No, no, Sherlock, you were right here when--

Yesterday? After tea? I mentioned the rotting smell...

You have no idea do you...

[He sighs.]

I binned them.

Your username is genius.

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

[ For a few seconds, Sherlock looked like a small child who had been denied Christmas. For a few seconds, he literally looked quite pitiful. ]

Sorry, you did what?

Binned them?

But I wasn't finished with the experiment.

[ And no, he doesn't remember you telling him that you'd binned them. Chances are, he wasn't really paying any attention to you at the time. ]

[v-lokisdottir.livejournal.com]

Is it the one with the gold liquid? I think my art teacher has it, then... she didn't think it was real, though...

[propergenius.livejournal.com]

The embalming fluid, yes. It was for an experiment. Quite real, I assure you.