T-Rex: Sherlock Holmes, who was the world's GREATEST Detective but the world's LEAST-TALENTED pickleball player, frowned.
T-Rex: Somehow, he'd been roped into a game of pickleball!
T-Rex: Sherlock was hopeless, absolutely hopeless. HE was dressed in his classic "Sherlock outfit", and the heavy Victorian overcoat was making him extra sweaty and SUPER extra smelly. He spun wildly as he swung for the ball, missed, lost his balance, and fell hard on his butt.
T-Rex: Sherlock looked desperately around for any crimes that needed solving, but there weren't any!
Utahraptor: Damn, Sherlock sucks at this!
T-Rex: Oh, dude, you have NO IDEA.
T-Rex: His teammates are annoyed because they think he's doing it on purpose, and that makes Sherlock cry with frustration, and so then everyone has to be nice to him because he's crying but he's absolutely ruining everyone's fun - AND HE KNOWS IT. Nobody is happy!
T-Rex: Finally someone says "hey, I think that guy murdered someone" and Sherlock runs off, desperately thankful for the excuse. He turns over the match in his head for several days but can never reconcile the man he was during it with the man he supposed himself to be.
