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A few days later, Mycroft invested in a sizeable tank for his home office, large enough to fit every singular goldfish living in his home. He did away with the fishbowls and transferred all the fish to the tank, setting up the filtering system and placing in numerous aquatic decorations he purchased to liven up the glass box a little bit. He even bought one of those fancy backgrounds to stick to the back of the tank, and different types of lighting for his little friends. He bought them specialty food and they all went nuts for it.

Mycroft was never the type for pets, but he was becoming more and more attached to these stupid little goldfish than he’d care to admit. Each time one died, he mourned for a good hour or so after flushing it. Then he’d go out and buy another two or three to replace the one, and his gathering of goldfish was steadily growing.

So much so that he even had to buy another tank. And another. And another.

A world of goldfish, indeed.

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Mycroft, why is there a tank of goldfish in my living room? SH

I ran out of room in my home. Enjoy your goldfish, little brother.