Sherlock2010

Dr. John Watson:
I couldn't help noticing on the map of the moor... the skull and crossbones?

Gary:
Oh, that. Right.

Dr. John Watson:
But... pirates?

Gary:
Eh, no, no. The Great Grimpen Minefield they call it.

Dr. John Watson:
Oh, right.

Gary:
It's not what you think. It's the Baskerville Testing site. It's been going for eighty-odd years; I'm not sure anyone knows really what's there anymore.

Dr. John Watson:
Mmm. Explosives?

Gary:
Oh, not just explosives. Hm. Break out of that place, and if you're lucky, you just get blowed up, so they say. In case you're planning a nice, wee stroll.

Dr. John Watson:
Ta. I'll remember.

Gary:
Aye. Now it buggers up tourism a bit; so, eh, thank God for the demon hound, heh-heh. Did you see that show, the documentary?

Dr. John Watson:
Uh, quite recently, yeah.

Gary:
God bless Henry Knight and his monster from Hell.

Dr. John Watson:
Ever seen it? The hound?

Gary:
Me? No, no. Uh, Fletcher has. He runs the walks, the monster walks, for the tourists, you know? He's seen it.

Dr. John Watson:
That's handy, for trade.

Gary:
I'm just saying we've been rushed off our feet, Billy.

Billy:
Yeah - lots of monster hunters. Don't take much these days. One mention on Twitter and WHOOMPH! We're out of WKD.

Gary:
All right.

Billy:
What with the monster and the ruddy prison, I... I don't know how we sleep nights. Do you, Gary?

Gary:
Like a baby.

Billy:
That's not true. He's a snorer.

Gary:
Hey! Hush't!

Billy:
Is yours a snorer?

Dr. John Watson:
Got any crisps?