Mushrooms

the Face of Everyman suspected that Benji had gotten hold of some exotic mushrooms, or, more likely,  stale peanuts.  In a wide-eyed ghoulish state he kept trying to push off the Olympic size pool at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa as if it were a row boat.  The venerable sage attempted to thwart Benji’s efforts with all the magnetic power at his disposal.  After all, he didn’t want to be found on some far off tropical island bobbing face down in the surf.