i'm still thinking about that fake drowner. what it was he really wanted, and i think he just wanted to be rescued. it feels petty to be indignant just because it was faked. it's an opportunity to shine, to be reborn, to be loved, or something perverse. anyway who wants to be actually drowning when you could just be rescued. 

 like mister, he likes to fake drown too, 
and climb up my back like a little space monkey,
which he knows he is not.