John Munch stares dolefully into the bathroom mirror. He traces every wrinkle with his forefinger and runs his hands through greying hair, he takes off his glasses, grimaces and then puts them back on again. He lets out a deep sigh and continues to glare at his reflection.
"I'm a hideous old coot." He mutters dejectedly.
"Yeah," agrees the grinning reflection of Odafin Tutuola, appearing suddenly over John's left shoulder, "But you're my hideous old coot."