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From the Balcony

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Statler and Waldorf made their final comment, and the show was over.

"That'll be us in forty years, you know," Bodie said.

"What, made of felt and controlled by wires?"

Bodie elbowed him. "Nah, I mean—sitting up on some balcony together, complaining about everything."

"Together, huh?" Doyle said softly.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, Ray. Didn't mean to... I know we haven't talked about it. I just meant--"

Doyle reached out and slung an arm around his shoulders. "You dumb crud. Of course we'll be old and crotchety together."

Bodie brightened abruptly. "Did you say crotch?"