Death by Mongoose

          While rewatching and speculating upon the happenings of the Crooked Man, I remembered something about a ferret and my dad pointed out that he remembered it was a mongoose whereas I imiditely thought of Gir...and then I couldn't stop thinking of Gir so I kept shouting MONGOOSE every few minutes. OOH I WANT HOLMES' CHAIR!! oooh... and her hair...CREEPER, CREEPER, CREEPER !! "So you wouldn't mind a dress... if we told you to wear any dress... would you wear it...?" CREEPER!! ... HOLMES!! DON'T STROKE RANDOM LADIES HAIR!!! BAD HOLMSIE!! ... oh jeseus my father says my mum has gone off to buy jam and milk... *dies*. Why does Brett's Watson have to lick his lips so often...And why does Holmsie have to terrify Watson so much...and wh- HOLMES I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP PLAYING WITH HER HAIR!!! Jeesh poor little Holmsie is so hard to control, he's such a creeper... I seem to be in a much better mood today! JAM &MILK...I had a half day today more or less...IGOTABITSICKBECAUSEOFREICHENBACH .... Shirly Temple!! "Why are you letting that mongoose crawl on you?! AND WHY DOES IT SMELL OF STRAWBERRYS?! ... "Watson..." LOOK AT ALL THAT BAMF!! Okay I have purple duct tape on my face and I needs to fall into the land of my mind. WATSON DON'T BE BAD AT WRITING!! Shutting up. Oh look Watson is reading Holmsie a story!! Seriously Shutting up