March 2012
“Turn left at Sunset drive, obviously.”
“If you had an ounce of sense you would have made the turn exactly as I told you to just now. Turn around and do it again, idiot.”
“Turn that incessant music off, you’re putting me off.”
“Ugh, braking, braking’s boring.”
Imagine a Moriarty one.
“If you take a left here I’ll make you rich. If not, I’ll make you into shoes.”
“Take this exit, or it’ll be your skull on my wall.”
“Stop being ordinary. Drive on the wrong side of the road.”
“Oh! Look a cliff! Let’s fly!”
“You need me, or you’re nothing. You’re lost.”
“Take the next exit or I will ssssssssskin you.”
“Oh, you didn’t. That’s clever. That’s veery clever.”
“Turn that music up louder or I’ll burn the fuel right out of your car.”
I WANT THIS SO BADLY
OH MY HOLY BIBLE
John’s would be like:“Take the next exit. No it’s just- you’ve got to- no? no? okay. Fine, we’ll just just take the next one then…I told you we should’ve taken the tube.”
Oh god. And then Mycroft.
“Take a left here. Oh, you didn’t take a left there? That’s fine, I now have control of your car. I’ll drive from here.”
Lestrade.
“Okay, so in about quarter of a mile, go left. No… right. Left? Wait, it might be halfa mile… I dunno, but there’s a bloody good pub somewhere down here.”
