Baker Street Ace 'tec'
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The shlocking revelations contain herein will leave you pissed-o̶n̶ off without even the courtesy of calling it r̶a̶i̶n̶ ̶rage.
In a satirical take on a lampoon, this travesty of a take-off, which morphs into persiflage of parody sees the sad descent of this t̶r̶i̶p̶e̶ writer into a r̶e̶d̶h̶e̶a̶d̶ hereditary i̶n̶s̶a̶n̶i̶t̶a̶r̶y̶ insanity that makes even Charles Lutwidge dodgy.
Who is Baker Street, and why is he known as London's foremost d̶e̶f̶e̶c̶t̶i̶v̶e̶ detective when there's only one of him? Will he ever meet up with his chronic clerk, Brian P Water?
Can Sylvie Nuance supply Water to quench his k̶n̶e̶e̶s̶ needs? Can Molly Qules find her father before he tries some How's Your Father with her too? Will Baker Street ever make his way to his flat in Sherlock Homes? And what does any of this have to do with Double Hedda Gabbler, The Three Musky Tears, and Sir Lame Spitting's renowned secret agent, Gyamnes Bombed?
None of these questions will be answered here. Move on. These are not the dirges you're looking for.
