Imagine Sherlock created a new type of chloroform and used it on you

I'm only writing this because John stole my blasted gun and won't give it back.

"You were shooting the wall, Lucinda!"

"THE WALL HAD IT COMING JOHN!"

"Sherlock I blame your influence."

"I don't care."

This is my vengeance. Writing fluffy scenarios with Sherlock for you, reader.

Thank the wall.