[ SECRET POST #3261 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3261 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Comments

Re: FANFICTION TIME

[(Anonymous)]

Just one? Uhh . . . Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory and Sherlock from BBC's Sherlock.

Re: FANFICTION TIME

[(Anonymous)]

Sherlock didn't like modern art, and he felt it was his duty to go into every art gallery he came across and loudly talk about how the only good art was made during and before the Renaissance, and everything else was, in the immortal words of Bart Simpson, "crappy-crap-crap".

"Polar bear in a snowstorm? What rubbish! THIS IS A BLANK PIECE OF PAPER IN A FRAME," Sherlock shouted loudly, pointing at the "painting" with an single accusing finger.

A few feet away from him, a tall, intellectual-looking man in a Green Lantern t-shirt who had spent the past half-an-hour staring intently at a bronze sculpture of a train's caboose now looked away from the object of his fascination for the first time in half-an-hour, turning his piercing, calculating gaze onto Sherlock.

"Who are YOU to judge true art?" the man growled threateningly.

Sherlock looked at him as if he was a piece of poop on his shoe.

"I am a GENIUS," said Sherlock, snootily.

"So am I!" exclaimed Sheldon, for that was the other man's name. They glared at each other in silence for a bit.

"What is the square root of 70000?" Sherlock said once the silence had lasted long enough to become awkward.

"264.575131106," said Sheldon.

Sherlock's eyes lit up with lust. "I suddenly have an erection," he said.

"So do I," said Sheldon.

They boned. Right then and there, in the middle of the art gallery.

The End.

Re: FANFICTION TIME

[(Anonymous)]

Thank you. :)