Friend: Your dress is so pretty! You’re going to slay at prom.
Me: Yea, slay my enemies…
"What the hell is this?" Sherlock said having walked into his room and found his brother, his blogger and his DI in bed together. "Sherlock, I have no idea how this happened," John said scrambling to get out of the bed as fast as possible which meant crawling over Greg because there was no way he was going to crawl over Mycroft. "Looking good," Mycroft said as he saw the army doctor's bare ass. "This is clearly my brother's idea of a joke," Sherlock replied covering John in his dressing gown.