see ya, xan, through your window. xander, you might wanna invest in some curtains. and a taser. hey, ravi, let's go on the roof and drop water balloons on the girls! sorry, i am not a big fan of water right now. you will be, once this bad boy splashes over hazel's head. i'm betting she melts. while i do believe hazel is a witch, my problem is in order to remain a counselor in training, i must be certified as a swim instructor. and my test is on thursday. and you're scared of thursdays? no, of swimming! i never learned how! and they still let you be a cit? well, i may have fudged the paperwork, and by that i mean i dropped fudge on the "yes, i can swim" box. dude, i can teach you how to swim. my abuela was a dolphin. i very much doubt that is true, but desperate times call for desperate measures. please teach me. you got it! and don't worry, lots of people can't swim. like babies and slightly older babies. oh, hey, mrs. kipling! (grunting) emma: before you go play basketball, can i get your opinion on this note i wrote? girl to girl? (growling) "xander, you're awesome "and i want