Lennon was laughing as hard as he could and still stay afloat. The worse balls in his face thing was hysterical, as was the thought of people shooting balls out their ass. He ducked under the water again, as if that might make him more readily able to converse, then surfaced. Grinning at Marco, he said, "I'm not poppin' nothing out any of my holes. How's that?"
Marco's comment about his drawing was nice though. "When I get done with the mural, I'm gonna do a drawing of the three of us. I think that'd be cool." Because why not? There were a lot more art supplies around than there used to be.