Bribery for the Striped Tomato
"Hey Starsk?"
"Yeah?"
"How much do you love me?"
"What?" Starsky turned his attention to his blond partner.
"How much do you love me?" Hutch kept his eyes on the road they drove through.
"Buddy, don't you know that already?" Starsky laid a hand on Hutch's leg.
"Yeah. I would just like to hear it," Hutch replied.
"Uh…" Starsky paused to think for a moment, "I love you more than life itself. How about that?"
"Really?" Hutch looked at his brother.
"Yes!" Starsky sighed annoyed, "Babe, didn't you know that?"
"Well…no not really." Hutch spoke softly.
"Partner, I love you more than anything or anyone in this world," Starsky patted Hutch stomach, "I'm sorry I made you think otherwise, blondie."
"Will you do anything for me?" Hutch eyed the brunet.
"Yes!" Starsky answered almost instantly.
"Anything?" Hutch cocked his head to one side.
"Anything." Starsky nodded, "Why buddy? What do you want to do?"
"I want you sell the striped tomato." Hutch grinned.
"What?!" Starsky shouted, "No!"
"Oh come on Starsk," Hutch crossed his arms, "You said you'd do anything for me."
"Yeah, but you just want me to get rid of it cause you don't like it. So, no!"
"Hey Starsk," Hutch said after a few minutes of silence, "I love you."
"You're impossible! I love you too."
The End