“Mm, this burger is great." Starsky grabbed the juicy hamburger and took a big bite. Onions and mustard welled out.

“Enjoy your meal!” Disgusted, Hutch looked at Starsky’s smudged mouth.

“Some more ketchup, please.” Starsky licked his lips in anticipation.

Hutch handed him the bottle, rolling his eyes.

Nothing came out. “Damn!” Starsky said.

“Must be empty,” Hutch smirked.

“You think so?” Starsky shook the bottle vehemently. Suddenly, a big blob came out and painted a red streak on the wall of the restaurant.

“Oops.” Starsky was stunned.

“Now it’s empty,” Hutch said and grabbed a napkin to clean up.

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