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“There’s a problem with your security,” Greg said.
Mycroft looked alarmed. “It is routinely checked. I find it impossible to believe that—”
“It keeps going off.”
“People keep triggering it.”
“By coming to our door.”
“People aren’t supposed to come to our door, Greg.”
“They’re carolers.”
“Even more reason to prevent them from coming to our door.”
“Your Christmas spirit is blinding.”
“You never know when a caroler might be an assassin. Or at the very least wielding the deadly weapon of atrocious singing.”
“Ah. Thank God for your security system saving us from such a horrific death.”
“Exactly.”
Mycroft looked alarmed. “It is routinely checked. I find it impossible to believe that—”
“It keeps going off.”
“People keep triggering it.”
“By coming to our door.”
“People aren’t supposed to come to our door, Greg.”
“They’re carolers.”
“Even more reason to prevent them from coming to our door.”
“Your Christmas spirit is blinding.”
“You never know when a caroler might be an assassin. Or at the very least wielding the deadly weapon of atrocious singing.”
“Ah. Thank God for your security system saving us from such a horrific death.”
“Exactly.”
