I can't even read a Sherlock article without you wreckers ruining it like penguins.

All I know is that I had an overwhelming need to put my arms around Lance and tell him everything's going to be okay. Meanwhile, I'd have Daniel choking on some toast laced in arsenic. I got quite attached to Lance, due to the backstory (How adorable was the five year old version of him? I wonder what the child's…

More like a straight nut.

She's annoying.