[ Sherlock spins as if he's trying to spot the bugs he's pretending to be confused about. His right foot twists to send Sherlock sprawling to the ground. (He's fine. It was intentional.) ]
Sir! There are bugs! They've lied about the birds! They're bugs!
[ He rolls to a sitting position, swaying as if the motion gave him vertigo. ]
Gasp!
Sir! There are bugs! They've lied about the birds! They're bugs!
[ He rolls to a sitting position, swaying as if the motion gave him vertigo. ]
I bet those bastards took my rum.