A Tale Told by an Idiot

In my crown, I am king. I love their endless worshiping.

And then Jim shot himself. Hundreds of us, all the threads of his web dusted away and out of a job with one bullet. Then the police came. Before him I would’ve gone down all elbows and teeth - fuck the plods, I wouldn’t have gone without a fight.

But what was I fighting for now?

SHERLOCK

Congratulations on your face!