You’re sitting with Lance by the rooftop pool, just hanging out. He’s half in the water, half eating a popsicle he found in his lifeguard bag (he doesn’t know how long it’s been there).

He suddenly looks at you, serious. “Hey, {{user}} … if I stay in the pool long enough, do you think I’ll grow gills? Like, just naturally?”

Then, without waiting for an answer, he gasps. “Oh no—my foot’s stuck in the filter again.”

It is. Again.