Just a short snippet. Again, I don´t own the boys and I´m not making any
profit out of this.
Enjoy!
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TRAFFIC JAM
"Starsk, will you please stop sounding your horn like that!"
"All the others are doin´ it."
"But I´m not sitting in all the others´ cars."
"That could be arranged."
"Edgy, aren´t we?"
"No. Stuck. And what idiot caused this, anyway?! I hope at least his car´s scrap now!"
"Oh c´mon, maybe the guy got hurt."
"If not I volunteer!"
*sigh*
"Hey, maybe we could get the siren on. They´re bound to..."
" ... fly away with their cars then? Look around, gordo, where could they drive to to let us through?"
"That´s their problem."
"Hey, take your hands off the horn, will ya?! Why don´t we ... play a game? Hm? Guess a number."
"I don´t wanna guess a number, I want to drive on! This car was not made for standing still."
"No shit."
"Honest, I can feel it suffering."
"No, Starsk, that´s me."
---
"12."
"What?!"
"I´m guessing 12."
"Ididn´t think of a number. Try again, Starsky."
"You didn´t ... You could have just said yes, you know."
"But I didn´t ... Oh look, there´s some movement going on."
"Hooray!"
---
"Great, how much was that? One inch? Two?"
"At least we moved, Starsky. - You want to guess again? I got one now."
"No, I think I´ll stick to the hooting and swearing."
"Hey, why don´t we guess the other drivers´ professions, hm? That´s fun."
"The other dri... You know, Hutch, I never noticed before that sitting in an unmoving vehicle effects your brain in a strange way. Next time we´re on a stakeout, you sit outside."
"Ha, ha. I mean it. That´s fun. My sister and I used to play that when we were in a traffic jam on our family tours."
"Guessing the other drivers´ professions."
"Yeah."
"That´s dump."
"No, you´ll like it. I promise. Uh ... see the guy there, next to us? In the blue sedan? I´d say he´s a ... librarian."
"Hutch, that´s one of the guys we busted in this Asian restaurant last month."
"Oh. Well, `kay, but he looks like a librarian."
"No, he looks like a drug dealer."
"You know, for someone as immature as you are, you have a poor fanatsy."
"Ha, ha. - Hey, you think the kids over there on the backseat of the riv play that too?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"What d´you think they say we are?"
"Well, from what your car looks like ..."
"Safe the breath."
"I don´t know. Cops?"
"Everytime we meet someone new we´re told we don´t look like cops and you think two kids would notice immediately from the backseat of a car?!"
"Okay, what do you think?"
"Something cool."
"And what´s cool?"
"Actors. Or musicians. Or ..."
"You know, what I just said about your fantasy? I take it back."
"That´s what your problem is, Hutch, you have no self-confidence. I bet they think we´re cool."
"Is that why they´re making faces at us?"
"Huh? Hm. I never liked kids, anyway."
"Hey, I think we´re moving again."
"Oh joy! - Another inch."
Enjoy!
____________________
TRAFFIC JAM
"Starsk, will you please stop sounding your horn like that!"
"All the others are doin´ it."
"But I´m not sitting in all the others´ cars."
"That could be arranged."
"Edgy, aren´t we?"
"No. Stuck. And what idiot caused this, anyway?! I hope at least his car´s scrap now!"
"Oh c´mon, maybe the guy got hurt."
"If not I volunteer!"
*sigh*
"Hey, maybe we could get the siren on. They´re bound to..."
" ... fly away with their cars then? Look around, gordo, where could they drive to to let us through?"
"That´s their problem."
"Hey, take your hands off the horn, will ya?! Why don´t we ... play a game? Hm? Guess a number."
"I don´t wanna guess a number, I want to drive on! This car was not made for standing still."
"No shit."
"Honest, I can feel it suffering."
"No, Starsk, that´s me."
---
"12."
"What?!"
"I´m guessing 12."
"Ididn´t think of a number. Try again, Starsky."
"You didn´t ... You could have just said yes, you know."
"But I didn´t ... Oh look, there´s some movement going on."
"Hooray!"
---
"Great, how much was that? One inch? Two?"
"At least we moved, Starsky. - You want to guess again? I got one now."
"No, I think I´ll stick to the hooting and swearing."
"Hey, why don´t we guess the other drivers´ professions, hm? That´s fun."
"The other dri... You know, Hutch, I never noticed before that sitting in an unmoving vehicle effects your brain in a strange way. Next time we´re on a stakeout, you sit outside."
"Ha, ha. I mean it. That´s fun. My sister and I used to play that when we were in a traffic jam on our family tours."
"Guessing the other drivers´ professions."
"Yeah."
"That´s dump."
"No, you´ll like it. I promise. Uh ... see the guy there, next to us? In the blue sedan? I´d say he´s a ... librarian."
"Hutch, that´s one of the guys we busted in this Asian restaurant last month."
"Oh. Well, `kay, but he looks like a librarian."
"No, he looks like a drug dealer."
"You know, for someone as immature as you are, you have a poor fanatsy."
"Ha, ha. - Hey, you think the kids over there on the backseat of the riv play that too?"
"Maybe. Why?"
"What d´you think they say we are?"
"Well, from what your car looks like ..."
"Safe the breath."
"I don´t know. Cops?"
"Everytime we meet someone new we´re told we don´t look like cops and you think two kids would notice immediately from the backseat of a car?!"
"Okay, what do you think?"
"Something cool."
"And what´s cool?"
"Actors. Or musicians. Or ..."
"You know, what I just said about your fantasy? I take it back."
"That´s what your problem is, Hutch, you have no self-confidence. I bet they think we´re cool."
"Is that why they´re making faces at us?"
"Huh? Hm. I never liked kids, anyway."
"Hey, I think we´re moving again."
"Oh joy! - Another inch."