Hutch was powerless to look away. Like watching a train wreck, he stared in stupefied horror. The garish colors— red and putrid green. The screams, the senseless violence—
“I can’t take any more of this!” he whispered.
“Ssh!” Starsky yanked on his sleeve. “Siddown!”
“This is the worst movie I have ever seen.”
“This is a classic.” Starsky waved at the screen. “Goodness and the spirit of giving overcoming—“
“Santa Claus Conquers the Martians is crap, Starsk.” He groaned.
“Thanks for giving me this for Christmas.”
Hutch melted. He’d seen far worse things last May. “You lived for me.”