Bzzzz bzzzz!

"Sherlock, something is buzzing."

"Bravo, John. I hereby confirm that all the bullets you have fired haven’t rendered you deaf."

"It can’t be your mobile, because you’re holding it right now."

"That’s a brilliant deduction. You are getting better and better at this detective business."

Bzzzz bzzzz!

"The buzzing is coming from the bookshelf."

"Are you going to utter more banalities until I die of boredom?"

"What have you hidden behind the books?"

"Nothing to bother yourself with, no need to break a sweat."

Bzzzz bzzzz!

"...Sherlock, why is there half a dozen bees eating my breakfast?"

"Why, John, I believe they like blueberry jam. You are so benevolent to share with them!"

"It must be a bad dream... Sherlock, tell me you didn’t set up a beehive in our living room!"

"I would, but you berate me when I lie to you."

"Bugger!"

"I did consider the basement and your bedroom, but both had serious disadvantages. This room is the best location. I’m sure you understand."

Bzzzz bzzzz!

"That’s it, I’m heading back down for some fresh air."

"Oh, if you’re going out, could you buy some more jam? And maybe a beef heart and a bunch of bananas."

"I’m not your bloody lackey!"

BAM!

Bzzzz bzzzz!

"Well, at least he hasn’t seen the bowels in the bath..."