After the main part of the convention, we talked about Futurama, and somehow I became possum’s father. Also, Mary got possum pregnant, and I threatened to get me shotgun unless Mary made Possum an honest … alien.
Leaving the anime convention, we went to the hotel’s pool. Nobody brought bathing suits, and nobody felt like swimming since the water was warm. Still, we tried to trick possum into the water. When that failed, I tried forcing him into the water. The only problem with that is Possum has been doing lawn care over the summer, and is in a lot better shape than I am.
I was able to lift him up, since he’s only 120lbs, however he thrashed too much.