10-13-2015, 12:28 AM
(3.23) Mortadella di cioccolato
Sheldon blinked at the police officer.
“I'd only just met the woman.” he said. “My so-called friends blackmailed me by use of soiled hosiery to ensure my attendance.”
“Right...” Officer Candless decided he didn't want to pursue that avenue. “So, yourself and Doctor Fowler were standing at the counter waiting to order drinks, when the suspect entered the premises.”
“If by 'entered', you mean, crashed through the doorway like a maddened Rancor, then yes.”
“And he knocked both you and Doctor Fowler forward, whereupon you struck your chest on the counter, but Doctor Fowler being of smaller stature, was pushed face-first into the cake stand?”
“That is self-evident.” Sheldon nursed his ribs.
“And Doctor Fowler promptly asphyxiated on a mixture of frosting and buttercream?”
They both looked at the limp body being lifted off the counter. Sheldon nodded sadly.
“Death by Chocolate.” he said.
(7.01) That Is Not Dead
Penny ambled back into her apartment, sorting her mail. She'd had a surprisingly pleasant evening, watching a movie and eating Chinese food with Sheldon. For once, it had just been them. (Leonard was away on his science expedition, and Amy was busy tormenting small primates for Big Pharma.)
“Ow.” Something had nicked her thumb. She scuffled in the pile, pulled out a card. Heavy, yellowed stock that felt almost like leather, the angular script faded to a deep rust, bordered by a strange, sinuous pattern, all whorls and interlocking curves.
“Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn...” She murmured. Tilted her head and frowned. “Must be one of the guys' Klingon thingies.”
She tucked it down by the microwave, where it nested in amongst the takeout flyers, and promptly forgot about it.
...and miles away, beneath the ocean, far beneath the small exploration vessel upon which Leonard Hofstadter was engaged in the pursuit of science and Mandy Chow, something vast and tentacled stirred...