To Be Young Again

I'm sure you all remember the oh-so-clever 'riddle' we used to ask each other as kids titled "Pete and Repeat."  If you're not clear on it, the comedy gold went something like this:

Pete and Repeat were in a boat.  Pete fell out.  Who was left?  

You would answer "Repeat" which was the correct answer but, because of the incredibly clever naming of the characters, your 'friend' would intentionally misunderstand and the game would go on and on.  And you'd laugh and laugh and then go eat bugs or sour patch kids or whatever you did as a kid.  Maybe play with your pogs or slap bracelets (as you cleverly put one over your eyes so you looked like that blind guy from Star Trek.  You know the one.  The guy from Reading Rainbow?  Yeah, him.).

The thing I always wondered is why were we so concerned about the guy still in the boat?  Pete's fucking drowning and we're worried about who's already safe?  Where are our priorities people?  More to the point, what kind of assbag friend must Repeat have been to just let his buddy flail around in murky, crocodile-infested waters? (I'm assuming the worst)  I'll bet you to add insult to injury, he used his name to shirk any real responsibility for the situation.  While Pete was fighting for his life, Repeat probably continually shouted "Are you okay?" and would then giddily wait for Pete to shout his name back before repeating the same question a dozen times until poor Pete lost his battle with buoyancy (and those damn crocodiles).  All the while Repeat was probably giggling to himself.  

Between his father, Saywhat, and his mother, Comeagain, they probably had a blast at the deposition.

I hate that entire family.