"So, Sherlock, have you thought about what you're going to have for dinner?"
As he went back to look in surprise, Sally saw the ticket buyer patiently asking another man next to him in a tone as if communicating with a child - tall and extremely thin, with black hair curled on his head, and the collar of his long coat raised high, covering his pale cheeks and prominent cheekbones.
"McDonald's or Pizza Hut? I think you must be very interested in the new children's meal."
"Oh... The irony, John. You're actually ironic about a warrior who would spare his precious time to watch a boring, self-absorbed two-hour American blockbuster with you?"
"Because it's about you!"
"Oh no," the man seemed to look at the movie poster posted next to them with disdain, "you are talking about this American with a dirty beard who looks like he just rolled in a mud puddle and his 'lifelong rival' Professor Moriarty? God, John, how can you compare such a crazy story with everything I have done."
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