Locker 13 Page #4

He's real hungry.

He just got back in.

He needed a little favor,

so he's gonna

work you hard, right?

You ready?

Work him hard!

Hard choices define who we are.

You decide everything

until Charon comes for you.

Who comes for me?

The Boatman.

Who the hell's the Boatman?

Exactly. The tour continues.

Well, she doesn't

exactly go with the decor,

but I thought

I'd show you everything.

Nice.

She's old,

but she keeps on runnin'.

Her mettle has been tested.

- And yours?

- My metal?

Mmm, your gumption as a man.

My gumption.

Think of it as a...

as an initiation,

when a task is set before you.

What task?

A test.

It could come at you any time,

and it always starts

out simple, unassuming,

like a night out with new friends,

the promise of wine,

women, and song.

Before you know it,

it turns into something else.

Can't tell you

how much I appreciate this, Clifford.

Don't mention it, Eugene.

Lodge is lucky to have you.

Don't forget,

this is a feather in my cap, too.

So the initiation ceremony,

there's

nothing uncomfortable, right?

No battle of endurance

or hot wax paddlings?

I told you, Eugene,

I can't discuss the initiation.

Just be a sport about this.

Just bob on the wind and waves,

no matter what happens.

See, now you got me worried.

No, there's no need to be, chum.

Let me tell you,

it's just, don't forget,

these are extremely important guys.

I mean, you met them, right?

You liked the guys.

Yeah, yeah.

I like their little hats.

Cute.

Fez, Eugene.

They're called fez.

Fez.

"Little hats."

So... So I say...

So I say, "You're telling me!"

Oh, say, men, I gotta vamoose.

As sergeant at arms,

I'm also in charge of

the entertainment.

I'll see you later?

Nice to see you again, Eugene.

Congratulations.

Pleasure talking to you, Grover.

Well, now you're on the trolley.

Very respectful.

Was he kidding about the robes

and the Sword of Discipline?

Now, you said the initiation ceremony

was strictly a milquetoast affair.

Grover is full of hooey.

I mean, maybe that's what it was

twenty years ago, but...

I mean, the only reason we bother

doing the Lodge handshake anymore

is because Chet Winkler

spent so much time and effort

after the Great War.

Anyway, listen,

I have been part

of this order for ten months.

I've put on the robes

three times...

twice for parades and once...

when we... we snuck over

to the Moose Lodge,

draped their trees

with toilet tissue.

The Mooses were not happy,

I can tell you.

Good evening, Clifford.

Ah, Fred, Linus.

Uh, Fred, you remember...

Eugene MacClemore?

Red letter day for you, my boy.

Red letter

marked with a white star.

Good evening, Mr. Overgaard.

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