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Sherlock was writing a monograph. He was deeply concentrating on his work when from upstairs he heard Joan let out a shriek, followed by a thump, then silence. Alarmed, he raced up the stairs, calling her name, and flung open her door. He found her in headphones, sprawled on the floor gasping, and tears running down her face, as she silently spasmed with laughter.
On her laptop he noticed a movie, still running, with black figures in what looked to be the outline of theater seats. Some kind of bird figure was flapping its beak. What in the world? He looked closer. He touched the bar. “MST3K*, Attack of the Scandinavian Frog Women From Mars.” He looked down at Joan. She sat up, catching her breath, and wiping her eyes. Then she started laughing as she waved him off.
Oh for the love of...