Pardon the audio blowout. Everything is on fire.
"The Lying Detective" was what really killed me, as you can see. I was lucky enough to have saved up my old med containers (when one goes to art school, one tends to become a packrat), and I dispersed my current pills between them. I say this so that people don't have to wonder why I had all those orange pill bottles on hand.
I had to watch John beat Sherlock up over and over again to fix an audio error. Thanks, computer.