Sherlock & Co - Mailbag Episode 1 Transcript
00:00-00:30 Intro Music
*Typing Sounds*
0:36 Sherlock: What are you doing?
0:37 John: I’m collating the questions from the fans. Ah-well, d’you know actually they might not be fans. They might just. *pause* I don’t, I don’t know, listen, but, uh, ah, you know not actually, you know-
0:48 Sherlock: -Like you?
0:49 John: What?
0:49 Sherlock: They might not actually like you.
0:51 John: Us. The show. Anything. What do you mean ‘not like me’? Why would they not like me?
0:57 Sherlock: Well…you can come on a little strong…sometimes, I suppose.
1:02 John: In what way?
1:03 Sherlock (voice slightly high): You’re just, rather, keen. (voice normal, reassuring even) Nothing wrong with that of course.
1:07 John (sarcastically): Oh, great, thanks.
1:09 Sherlock: That’s something people add after making a crude observation on another’s character.
1:14 John (warily): What is?
1:14 Sherlock: “Nothing wrong with that of course.”
1:17 John: So you just added it because you thought-
1:19 Sherlock: It would soften the blow.
1:20 John (sarcastic): Lovely. Very kind.
1:23 Sherlock (clearly missing the sarcasm): Quite alright.
1:24 John: Okaaay, we got some Q’s from the L’s, and now its time for us to provide the A’s. That’s, uh, that’s questions from the listeners and for us to provide the answers.
1:36 Sherlock: Yes, I cracked the code, Watson.
1:39 John: Right! So! Beau from California wants to know where they should go when they visit London.
1:44 Sherlock: Er, sorry, uh, I thought this was about crime?
1:47 John: Whaddya mean?
1:48 Sherlock: I thought there would be questions regarding criminal activity?
1:52 John (lightly sarcastic): Oh, right yeah, sorry. Um, there is one here from ‘PsychoMurderer69’ who wants to know if he should stab his next-door neighbor.
1:58 Sherlock (seriously): What’s the length of the blade he’d have access to?
2:00 John: Jesus Christ.
2:00 Sherlock: Does the neighbor show signs of possessing any self-defense skillsets?
2:04 John (interjecting over Sherlock): Alright, no, where should Beau visit in London, please?
2:09 Sherlock: Um, uh, St. Dunstan in the East. Little Venice. Spitalfields. Brick Lane. The Vaults! Neal’s Yard is rather charming as well, I suppose…pleasing colors on display.
2:20 John: Right, great. Colors. See, that wasn’t difficult, was it?
2:23 Sherlock: South Kensington Ice Rink.
2:25 John: Yeah, lovely. I- Sorry, where are you going?
2:26 *Sound of door opening.*
2:27 Sherlock: I just said.
2:27 *Audio Cut - Vaguely outside sounds.*
2:28 John (sounding like he’s struggling to balance): Heeey, folks its, woah, woah, Ja-ah,*sound of skate blades scraping deeply in ice* Jesus, aw, bloody hell, ahahaaah Christ. *sounds of the mic rubbing as he presumably falls down, a sharp intake of pained breath* Ahh.
2:35 Sherlock (sounding at ease): Get up, Watson.
2:36 John: Ah, oh yeah, thanks for the advice. Uh, um, hey folks-*under his breath*ah, God- Sherlock, can get *sounding unsteady on his feet* easily distracted when he’s not w-w-what’d’you call it. Uh. Totally onboard with something. So he wanted to *sounding unsteady again* go ice-ce skating. Uhum *clears throat*, uh there’s a-a rink. Temporary rink open in South Kensington right now so we’re skating- hey-oh, ooo-getting up some speed now. Oh here we go. Ha ha hah! God is this what Canadians feel like? Oy oy! *laughs proudly*
3:10 Sherlock: Very good, Watson. You’ve got the hang of it.
3:11 John: Hahah, yeah well I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m not smashing my ribs into the ice, uh, for the time being. So-woah! Shit!- *clears throat* Right! Another question!
3:21 Sherlock: Go for it.
3:22 John: “What are your favorite hobbies?”
3:24 Sherlock: *with relish* CRIME. Deductions. Observations! Intricate studies that focus my mind. Feeding my hyper fixations, which often stem from crime and the desire to understand it.
3:37 John: …Riiiight. Yeah, I think the listener Sherlo8 in Poland, uh, I think they meant more like, um, you know, I don’t know. Golf?
3:48 Sherlock: Golf? *chuckles* I don’t golf. I live in Baker Street.
3:52 John: No, I-I know, but, um. *deep breath* Right, okay. My hobby is-
3:58 Sherlock (interjects): Podcasting.
3:59 John: Well, no. Uh, that’s my job.
4:00 Sherlock (skeptically): Is it now?
4:01 John: My hobbies. Uh…so I like to play football. I like films and tv. Ummm I’m very partial to a board game. Uhhhh… Oh! Ok! So here’s a confession. I have the flight tracker app. I’m not saying I’m a, a plane spotter, but um… I like to, yeah, just check in with that. Y’know? See what’s overhead? Where it’s come from, where it’s going. Picture the kinda people that uh. *sigh* Oh I don’t know, going from swha-Rome to Mexico City, y’know? Th-th-the weary business men and women tucking into their inflight meals, families that have created a whole crate of memories that they’re going to talk about for decades.
4:42 John (dramatically): The lovesick Italian man flying out to see his Mexican sweetheart. His heart bursting with excitement and fear that the stewards who keep complaining about some bloke in Row G, c-
4:49 Sherlock (interjects): Trains.
4:50 John: Hm?
4:51 Sherlock: Trains. I like trains. And, dinosaurs.
4:56 John: Ok. Great! Well, haha! That’s wonderful! We did it, another answer to another question. See, I told you it’s bloody easy- *sound of an ice blade scraping the ice too hard/wrong, a loud hard thump, the mic is rubbing terribly against clothing, sound is muffled* Oh, God!
5:07 *Audio Cut-Vaguely café sounds*
5:09 John (pained): Ahhh *sucks in air through his teeth* Oh that stings. *sounds like he’s holding his face*
5:15 Sherlock: Yep, they’re loaning us their frozen peas.
5:18 John: Oh what, they’ve got frozen peas in this place? Why aren’t they fresh, meals are twenty quid?
5:21 Sherlock: Uh, do you want the frozen peas or not?
5:23 John: Yeah! Yes, please, give’em here. *sound of a bag of frozen peas being shuffled around, John’s voice is muffled* Oh, yeah. Oh hoho, that’s the stuff, baby. Oh yeah. Ahhhhhhhhh.
5:39 Sherlock: Just to confirm,
5:40 John: Uh hunh?
5:40 Sherlock: they are paying for this? People are…paying for this audio?
5:46 John: Yeah, mate. Oh! Ah God! Ooo! Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie, ouchie…
5:49 Sherlock: Understood. Well, people can be rather odd, can’t they? Nothing wrong with that of course.
5:55 John: Uh, d’you mind? I see- I actually know what you’re doing with that ‘nothing wrong with that’ lark. So, right! Next question, ‘How did Archie get his name?’ says May Van der Hayden in New Zealand. Ah, well mate, I didn’t have much say in the matter. *clicks tongue* Um, I bought him as a birthday present for…uhhhh. M-my ex-girlfriend. Um, e-e-ex…yeah, y’know she was. She was-she was the bi- big one. The one I l-lived with and planned t’m-my life. Around. Sort of thing. Um. *clicks tongue* B-bought him for her, she chose Archie. Um. I-I don’t know why? Ha. And then she chose my friend who had a Range Rover Sport. So, yeah, she left me and the dog. *clicks tongue* And I left the dog to help the Ukrainians. Now I’m back. *clicks tongue* Got a dog and a master detective. Uh, lucky me. *awkward chuckle*
6:55 Sherlock: I feel your answers should be more concise.
6:58 John: Yep, thank you for that input. May also asks, Sherlock, seeing as you have handled cases for other countries, have you ever handled any in New Zealand?
7:07 Sherlock: Yes.
7:08 John: Oh! Lip, lip. Now numb. Ah, ah. Can you expand on that please?
7:13 Sherlock: Yes, but you’d have to stop recording or redact it from the podcast.
7:17 John: Aw, what’d be the point of that?
7:19 *Audio Cut- Sounds like they’re on the tube now*
7:23 John: Question here from Chloe Davies in Canada. Hi, Chloe. Sherlock, your hugging machine, is it based on that of Temple Grandin?
7:31 Sherlock: Er, she sent me some early designs, yes. I needed to tweak its pressure loads to clench my shoulder blades.
7:40 John: That’s the way you like it, is it? Hugwise?
7:43 Sherlock: Yes. Any sensation below the diaphragm causes me to stress.
7:47 John: Good to know. Uh, Nick Licher or, er, Licker. Uh…let’s go with Nick Licher. He asks, “Why did Sherlock need your shoelaces?” Yeah, why did you need my shoelaces?
7:58 Sherlock: I was conducting a thorough cleansing of our garments following the proximity to duck poo we had undergone that day in the park. *sucks in air sharply* The shoes contain the most potentially harmful pathogens. I removed the shoelaces for deep cleaning.
8:11 John: Okay.
8:12 Sherlock: Okay? Is that it? For potentially saving you untold hours and days on the toilet?
8: 19 John: How so?
8:20 Sherlock: E.coli, Watson.
8:22 John: Yeah, but on my shoelaces? Mate, I wasn’t going to chew on them. Right, Adrien Kaiser from Minnesota. “John, if you miss an upload should we just assume you and Sherlock have been arrested or are dead?”
8:32 Sherlock: Yes. As assumptions go, those options would be some of the likeliest. Wouldn’t you agree Watson?
8:39 John: No.
8:40 Sherlock: Why not?
8:40 John: Well, I don’t know. Maybe my laptop breaks, maybe we don’t get an adventure that week, I’m ill, your ill, a long list of things that aren’t dead or arrested, Sherlock.
8:50 Sherlock: It was Adrien that said it, not me.
8:52 John: *heavy sigh* Arlo asks, as a Shakespeare fan-him, not me- he asks what my favorite play by him was. Uhhh, um, I love Romeo and Juliet. Bit of um, a sucker for romance, me. *awkward chuckle* Hamlet’s too long, should’ve streamlined that a little. I’m uh going to go Romeo and Juliet. Or Julius Ceasar. Good drama in that one, I think. Kind of can’t understand what they’re saying, but uh I hold my English teachers at school responsible for that one, I mean also why are we reading them? Yeah, they’re meant to be performed, come on. Uh, next question. Soma asks “what’s your favorite tv show?” Uh, I loved ‘Band of Brothers’. Um, but, of course, an ex soldier would say that wouldn’t he. Um, psh, yeah, ‘Band of Brothers’. Or, something light and millennial, like, um, I don’t know. Fraiser? Or, uh, Will and Grace?
9:46 John: Sherlock? Favorite tv show?
9:48 Sherlock: This is us.
9:48 John: Really? I never saw it.
9:49 Sherlock: No, Watson! This is us! Quick!
9:52 John: Oh, bollocks, Oh! The doors are closing! Ow!
9:53 *Audio cut-sounds of a tube station/outside*
9:54 John: Misha asks,
9:56 Sherlock: Mmhm?
9:57 John: “Do you have a sweet tooth?” Well, I can tell you, Misha, that yes, he bloody does! Sherlock?
10:02 Sherlock: Yes, I bloody do. *awkward chuckle, sharp intake of breath* Yet, my diet is highly unpredictable and more often then not tied to my mood
10:08 John: Yeah, I can vouch for that. One minute he’s slurping down some borscht on a whim. Next minute, he’s going ten straight days eating tomato penne pasta.
10:16 *sound of a building door opening*
10:19 *sound of the door closing, presumably they’re in the foyer of 221 Baker Street*
10:19 John: *sigh* Uhhh, just trying to find uh…
10:23 Sherlock: Yet more questions?
10:23 *sounds like they’re removing their coats*
10:25 John: Yep. Uh, ooo, questions, right, last one. Uh, “Doctor Watson, hope this question doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Do you use a cane for your leg injury? I use a cane myself due to joint pain from Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. In fact, one of the canes was hand painted by a family in Ukraine during the war.” Well aw! *delighted chuckle* Aw that’s nice. Um, no I don’t use a cane. Uh, I had some surgery, and I was very kindly along with a few others flown out to Florida for some rehabilitation and then back to the UK for some hydrotherapy courtesy of the Ministry of Defense. Uh. Then they sacked me. So, heh, booooo. *chuckles* So, no. I’m actually cane free. But, uh, I have had moments. Especially climbing these bloody stairs *sounds of him stepping heavily up stairs* where I’ve wanted something like that.
11:15 Sherlock: Finished?
11:16 John (slightly out of breath): Finished.
11:17 *sound of a door opening, presumably 221B’s*
11:17 John: Right, say ‘Bye, Listeners’.
11:19 Sherlock: ‘Bye, Listeners’. You know, you do have a rather silly gait. *pause* Walking style. *sound of a door closing* The cane may have been needed. You do look weird when you stroll. Nothing wrong with that of course.
11:32 John (under his breath): For God’s sake.
11:33-12:03 *audio cut to end theme. It’s Mad Prodigy but a different part not used in the main show with a bit of piano.*
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A vontade voltou (04-05-2024)
By; Alanis
Ola, e chamo Alanis, tenho 25 anos, sou de Fortaleza-CE, sou GP, e tenho namorada.
Fazia dias que não transava e não tinha vontade mesmo, tinha pego dengue e isso ferro tudo por dias. No inicio me preocupei, mas depois com a vontade não chegando, nem para me masturbar, resolvi deixar quieto que logo a vontade voltaria.
Quando fico assim nem saiu para fazer programa e já estava assim fazia um mês.
E sábado a minha vontade voltou, logo acordei com tanta vontade que me masturbei logo três vezes seguidas. Como minha namorada tinha saído de final semana para a casa de sua família, eu liguei para um meu amigo e cliente e lhe disse.
- querido, vc ganhou uma tarde grátis para fazer o que desejar.
Logo ele chegou para me levar para o motel, me sentia louca de tanto tesão, mal chegamos eu mesma tirei minhas roupas ficando somente de calcinha e salto. Me deitei e pedi…
- vem me mete tudo estou cheia de vontade…
Ele não demorou a se colocar atrás de mim, me abri toda para ele que depois de passar o pau na minha molhada buceta meteu no meu cuzinho, direto sem nem falar.
Senti aquela piroca gostosa me alargar toda e a me penetrar até sentir os ovos dele baterem na minha buceta. Me abri mais ainda e ele começou me metendo forte e rapido, se houvia o barulho dos tapas na minha bunda e a nossa respiração pesada.
Eu gemia a cada metida, metia os dedos na buceta e senti o orgasmos vindo.
Então enquanto ele metia sem parar minha buceta se contraiu, meu cuzinho piscou em volta do pau e eu gozei muito me tremendo.
Ele porém continuou metendo forte e sem noticia de que ia gozar.
Como um animal selvagem ele me meteu até quase eu desfalecer e meu cuzinho ficar bem arrombado.
Então com toda a violência ele meteu forte duas ou três vezes e com um grito começou a gozar dentro do meu cu. Era tanta a porra que parecia estar com uma mangueira ligada no cuzinho.
Quando tirou eu fiquei deitada sentindo a gala escorrer. Então ele disse…
- fique de quatro puta quero meter na sua buceta.
Eu ia recuperar o tempo perdido por falta de tesão, fiquei de 4, e ele socou forte, segurou na minha cintura e me fodeu forte, se eu tava com muita vontade, ele tava na seca, pois fodia com tanta força que doía em mim.
Vez ou outra segurava nos meus peitos, ora metia o dedo no meu cú, e sem parar de meter, eu gozei deliciosamente de tremer as pernas e ele quando foi gozar, pediu para ser nos meus peitos, me abaixei e lei gozada nos peitos e no rosto, pois o fdp segurou na minha cabeça e encostou o pau no meu rosto.
Depois de um banho rápido voltamos pra cama, montei em seu colo, sentei engolindo a sua rola com a minha buceta, fiquei quicando por muito tempo, gozamos naquela tarde, fiquei satisfeita.
Minha fome por sexo voltou, quando minha namorada voltou de viagem provou da minha vontade também.
Enviado ao Te Contos por Alanis
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