I can’t win.
Moth [8am, with whistle]: Good news, chaps. Today? I literally just want you to fuck.
Greg & Mycroft: Really?
Moth: Yep. All day. No word limit. Seriously, just go for it - you’ve earned it, so have the readers.
Greg & Mycroft: Excellent.
Moth: I love you guys. I’ll be back later, alright? Have fun.
Moth: Hey chaps, just checking how you’re - … what the fuck?!
Moth: Oh my God! What the fuck happened here?!
Mycroft: [crying] I misconstrued something he said.
Greg: It was a minor line of dialogue.
Mycroft: Don’t shout at me! I’m Mycroft Holmes!
Greg: How can you not trust me? After everything we’ve been through!
Mycroft: I had a DIFFICULT CHILDHOOD.
Moth: Wait, wait - guys - how many words has this taken?
Mycroft: Six thousand.
Moth: [drops whistle]