[Eridan arches an eyebrow.] Oh, so you wwouldn't be around wwhen I tried to fix my hair an' ended up meltin' my face off because you made this shit wwrong? I don't fuckin' think so.

[He darts to his side table, grabs the gel and dye he's got tucked away there, and then darts right back to Sherlock.] You're comin' wwith me. [And if you try to run, he'll grab you by your scarf and choke you. He knows how to do it.]