First, the creature in the crate got riled up again. I kicked the crate and told it to pipe down its ruckus!
I looked up at the portrait of Moriarty--one of my mentors and colleague--and thought about how much I missed him since the Reichenbach incident...
I rubbed my paws together in glee as I got to work. What new creation can I make today?
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