"Why, Mr. Lestrade, do you demand a full-fledged mystery plot every time I attempt to feature you largely in a fic? 120 words of actual prose in mostly disconnected sentences, 363 words of notes."

Don't look at me for advice. Every time I let Holmes open his mouth I watch in horror and fascination as the words start scrolling. Is this some sort of benign possession? Still, I'll take three pages of good stuff over one page of good stuff any day! So...don't stop!!