“The point yer tryin’ to prove is tha’ llama’s spit—— —?” [ aren’t there internet things for proving information like that already? this is, after all, the twentieth century already. he furrows his brows, getting more confused. ] “An’ ‘m guessin’ the name o’ the llama is charlemagne. Right. Listen, bub. Ya really need some help; serious help. Bringin’ llama’s ‘round the place ain’t normal.”
“ a llama is not a lama. ”
[ verbally, the distinction is not clear. holmes sees no need why he should elaborate. ]
“ despite your feelings, charlemagne will stay as he is. i’ve grown rather attatched to him. ”