Punchy, by contrast, seems to be thriving here. He loves the lights and the ladies. Even his stylist has a banging little body, and he's perfectly willing to let her dress his face up in sequins and dye his hair blue and tell him his freckles are 'uncivilized' if it means that he might be able to grind some ugly up in her in the future.

Clearly, Punchy is the classiest motherfucker in this joint.

So when he sees Sherlock, he's not in the dour mood of the nearly-revived, but decorated in the peppy attitude of a teenage boy getting everything he could ever dream of and totally unaware of how stupid he looks with a blue mohawk.

"Sherlizzle Holmesboy!"