_ Do you know what happens if you don't leave me alone, Sherlock? To you?
_Kill you? No, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm going to kill you anyway, some day. I don't want to rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No, no, no, no, no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you. I'll burn the heart out of you.
_ But we both know that's not quite true. Well, I'd better be off. Well, so nice to have had a proper chat.
_ Then you could cherish the look of surprise on my face. Cos I'd be surprised, Sherlock. Really, I would. And just a teensy bit...disappointed. And of course, you wouldn't be able to cherish it for very long. Ciao, Sherlock Holmes. _ No, you won't!
_ Sorry, boys. I'm so changeable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't. I would try to convince you, but everything I have to say has already crossed your mind.