Hutch is there for Starsky--sort of--as Starsky frantically tries to meet an important deadline.
“And do not point that thing at me!” shouted Starsky.
“What thing?” yelled Hutch.
Starsky slapped at Hutch’s raised right index finger. “Your goddam HutchFinger!” he bellowed.
"You're damn lucky I don't point my Magnum at you!" roared Hutch.
Rated: Not Rated
Genre: Author Chose No Category
Warnings: No Warnings Needed
Wordcount: 753 - Hits: 573
Complete?: Yes - Published: 04/05/2011 - Last Updated: 04/10/2011