{licks his lips and looks up from his phone} They are sealed. The germs are not going to get out unless it is broken. {moves up from his spot to the kitchen, standing behind the other} I fail to see why this is still a problem…
Well, yes, I know they are sealed! I see them right there. I’m not blind, you know. {John opened the fridge again, letting the detective survey its contents himself.} But there isn’t anything else in here to use, and I am not using severed human pieces to make a meal. So that, Sherlock, is a problem.







