[video] In which one of the Sherlocks is as cool as motherfucking shit.

[lovesfaygo]

[ There's a jostle, and a familiar, fluctuating voice can be heard. ]

Hang on, I think I fucking got it. It's all in my pocket and shit, all up in here. Cozy like a motherfucking rainbow.

[ He laughs, and it's more like a sputtering chortle and--yup, there it is. A tell-tale honk as the gray-skinned troll pulls the device out of wherever it's been--it looks like under a sheet of some sort--and there's a huge clutter of various things strewn around the room. One of which is the mattress that used to make up the bed. ]

Motherfuck, there we go. So hey, world. I've got something pretty motherfucking important to share with you.

[ And, in the corner, a pie tray filled with neon green goo, half eaten. One of his very last pies. And also in the background that's--

Yup. The second Sherlock Holmes. ]

All you motherfuckers, I've come to a realization. This ship. Is, like, a motherfucking case. We need to solve.

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[godseer]

Well, no, the odds are pretty bad. I believe he arrived on the ship with those pies in his possession, which would limit their import status to that of trolls arriving during the ship's monthly jumps.
But it's worth a try.

[text]

[saidhe]

considering both rate of ingestion and to be fully determined once duration of effects and halflife realized. i sincerely doubt upwards of several dozen pies would be contained within a single locker.

hence the sinth
synthesizating
this word is difficult and escapes me at current time.

[text]

[godseer]

Even that estimate leans optimistic. I believe you're looking for "synthesization".
I'll contact you again when you've had some time to rest.