When you go to someones house for the first time and you sit there like
Joseph Stalin raises his head, a sly twinkle in his eye as he meets the bald man’s suggestive gaze. “Walter…” He purrs, dragging his tongue along the underside of his mustache in anticipation. “I see you’ve finally arrived.”
"Oh, Walter," The man chuckled, mustache quivering in delight. "I am the police.”
On a scale of Lestrade to Mrs. Hudson, how well did you handle seeing Sherlock again?
Dear god I’m Anderson.
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