Skulls Death and Writers

This is a story about a man named Sherlock Holmes and his skull. Sherlock Holmes was a man of infinite numbers, endless calculations, and annoyingly millions of words. The skull disapproved, but couldn’t speak, so he didn’t comment on it. Every weekday, for four years, Sherlock would brush each of his thirty-two teeth seventy-six times. Thirty-eight times back and forth, thirty-eight times up and down. Every weekday, for four years, Sherlock would button six of his eight shirt buttons, thereby saving up to forty-three seconds. His skull thought the decrease of button-use made his collar-bones stick out, but said nothing.