We’re going to try to take it somewhere we’ve never been before — and I don’t mean outer space.
I always think that Sherlock’s dry cleaner is the most under-appreciated job in the BBC Sherlock universe.
Artie Brimble, life-long dry cleaner and occasional Battle of Waterloo reenactment enthusiast, brandishes a finely appointed shirt at his employee like it’s a weapon. He stabs a finger at flecks of… something on the shirt, color high in his cheeks.
"This is human viscera, Malcolm. I’m certain of it. Viscera. If you think grease stains are hard to get out of silk, try cerebral spinal fluid!”
Malcolm just nods and makes a sympathetic noise. He knows he should ask Artie how he recognizes human viscera, but perhaps the truth is too terrible to bear. So instead, he pops a sweetie in his mouth and resumes steaming a musty puce jacket, eagerly awaiting close of business when he can return home to his beloved teacup poodle, Brutus.
I would watch the HELL out of this sitcom. Even if it was just a 10 min web series.
sometimes i forget im a real person
this is such a weird thing but I understand.
Why is it that evil villains always find poison to inject into their victims like just literally fill the syringe with air and just stick the needle between their toes or something. It’ll mimic a heart attack and the victim will die pretty quick and NO ONE WILL ASK MANY QUESTIONS BECAUSE IT’LL LOOK LIKE A HEART ATTACK
first of all how do you know this information i feel like the government doesnt want you to know that