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Mundane,

While it may be amusing to you that articles relating to the original ACD stories occasionally crop up over the course of your academic research, they will serve neither your portrayal of me, nor your studies. Don't you have better things to do with your time than read irrelevant articles (which are more than likely full of errors anyway)? I happen to know for a fact that you do.

Do at least try to not be an idiot.

SH

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[Oh, he sympathizes. For him, though, the problem is that reasoning with his Mun is like reasoning with a goldfish.]

That would do it. [He shakes his head.]

What, you think I'm stopping people from choking the life out of you? I've tried to do it myself, you might remember.

[The one universal truth of this strange existence seems to be that muns never listen.]

Just because a person does something doesn't mean they'll let someone else do it.

[Without a doubt.

John cracks a bit of a grin at that.]

Well, maybe you're right, and maybe you aren't.

Of course I'm right.

Well, you never know. Could be wrong. It's happened before.

...Infrequently.

It's still happened.

If I were to doubt every conclusion I reach on the basis that I have in the past, infrequently, been wrong, I'd never get anything done.

I'm not picking a fight about your coming to conclusions. I'm only saying that I may let some like Lestrade have a go at you every once and a while.

Lestrade isn't the choking type.

I'm sure he could made an exception, under certain circumstances.

I think you over-estimate the effect I have on his temper.

["And I think you over-estimate everyone's self control."]

He has worked five years with you, I'll give him that.

[He's got very good self-control otherwise he wouldn't be where is is today!]

He needs me, and he knows it. But moreover, it's not his... approach to things.

You could put it that way, yes, all right.

None of the people who you might let choke me are liable to actually try to do so.

[Molly, Mrs Hudson... Mycroft...]

[Line face.]

Okay, okay, Sherlock. Everyone adores you, and I'm not going to let someone choke you. Satisfied?

An inaccurate summing up of the facts, but I'll let it stand.

[Deeeeep breaths.]

Fine, then. What would you like to talk about? Seeing as the topics I pick end up raising my blood pressure.

I don't excel at idle chit-chat unless there's a persona involved.

[Read: he is utterly terrible at it, and is admitting to being less than perfect. Are you happy now? He doesn't want to make you actively unwell.]

[No, not quite happy, but he appreciates the effort.]

All right... Well, have you seen any of the other here, yet? I'm sure they'd be chuffed to see you.

[Delightful. ...Don't get too used to it.]

Lestrade is here, and I've seen Molly once, briefly. Other versions of myself. Other versions of you.

...Moriarty.

[Not pointing out how wrong he is to assume any of those would be chuffed, except maybe the other Watsons. He's also not mentioning Irene, for reasons which are probably best left to himself.]

[Oh, he won't.]

Moriarty. [He repeats it, as if bracing himself.] That's, ah. Well.

[No further comment needed. So, he changes the subject.]

It's interesting to have a conversation with other versions of yourself, isn't it? Bizarre, unnatural... but interesting.

It's informative, at least.

...I didn't care for the experience. But then, I'm not as personable as you.

I have to know. How long did you end up speaking to yourself? Because I can't imagine it was more than a few minutes.