[Minakami gives a shrug and a wry smile, while his companion is ticking away over the (S)holmes timeline.]

If the real man bears even a fraction of resemblance to the one from the serials, that comes as no surprise. How does the saying go? One must make allowances for genius? It...

[He trails off, as he slowly catches up to what his friend just said and the first hint of the "erratic genius" starts to creep in. He's going to perish. Just pack him off into whatever hell basement the haniwa are being carted off to and leave him to pickle there. This is why you're five foot goddamn three, buddy, because drinking poison stunts your growth.]

[Speaking slowly:] Tama. When was this?