Congratulations on the promotion to the High Order, Sherlockx. Incantations and magical workings abound, archaic puns and mysteriously obscure rhetoric, grandiloquence bolstered with potent fluency and keen cognition beyond mere mortality come to mind. I can faintly, but ever so fondly, recall the baffling day Sherlockx turned me into a newt...though, I eventually got better. Sporting a judgemental iron fist while donning a concealed heart of gold, he sees all and considers everything thoroughly. My best wishes to the Man on the Silver Mountain; our resident omnipotent being who occupies all space and time simultaneously.