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Sherlock: I still don't see the point of this game. I mean, how could someone that was previously a computer consultant one turn, become a doctor the next?
Molly: You're just upset that I went from 50k, up to 100k.
Sherlock: *scowls* This world's medical standards is what I'm really upset about.
Mrs. Hudson: Oh shush, Sherlock. Just play the game.
Sherlock: Fine.
Molly: *many turns later* One million two hundred, one million three hundred, one million three hundred and fifty! And you Sherlock?
Sherlock: *in a low voice* Six hundred thousand.
Molly: Sorry?
Sherlock: Six hundred thousand, okay? You won. Happy?
Molly: *thinking* Yes. Definitely. It's just a game though. No need to get all huffy bout it.
Sherlock: A stupid game at that. I mean, I go to college and still only make 60k. Not to mention how I was forced into buying a house way out of my price range and having four children with someone I don't even know!
Molly: But those gave you life cards, Sherlock. They were good.
Sherlock: So? Just who was this random lady that I was pressured into marrying and having kids with? The rules are juvenile, Molly. You can't even marry another player. How unrealistic is that?
Mrs. Hudson: *eyes wide* I am going to check on the kettle.
Sherlock: *to Mrs. Hudson* What kettle?
Mrs. Hudson: The one for my tea *leaves to go downstairs*
Sherlock: *underneath his breath* That woman sometimes...
Molly: Sherlock?
Sherlock: *out of his stupor* Mhm?
Molly: You wanted to marry another player? Instead of the unknown woman... Well, pink plastic figurine... Though I suppose you were a little blue man as well and I was a little pink lady in a yellow plastic car-
Sherlock: *pulls out the four 'children' and 'wife' from the back of his blue car and chunks them into the box*
Molly: -and Mrs. Hudson was a pink lady as well, except her blue plastic 'husband' sat in the very back and ours sat upfront; your 'wife' and my 'husband' and... Sherlock, what are you doing?
Sherlock: What? *takes Molly's figurine from her yellow car and places it beside his in the blue car*
Molly: *smiles* Did your little blue man get a divorce and remarry my pink plastic lady?
Sherlock: Well, yes. The game never insinuated what had to be done after retirement.
Molly: *keeps smiling at Sherlock*
Sherlock: What?
Molly: You wanted to marry me -my player instead?
Sherlock: *grins, setting the blue car down on the nicer retirement house* Of course. How do you think I'd be able to afford Millionaire Estates without your money?
Molly: *swats Sherlock with the lid of the box and stalks away*
Sherlock: *grimaces and whispers to himself* Wrong answer, Sherlock. *adds two more blue figurines to the blue car and races it around the board anyway*