...no it doesn't. He lets go of all the air and starts scrambling madly for the surface.

He tries to help him reach the surface!

They reach it and he's coughing and sputtering and scrambling for the beach again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He coughs up some water and heaves a few times then turns to glare at Michael. "You fucking asshole."

"I thought it would help you hold your breath. It makes you better at most other things."

"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said." He coughs some more and stands up. "It makes no sense and now I wanna punch you but Zaneta would be mad."

"You can punch me if you don't do it hard enough I die."

So Michael will find himself punched.

He curls up on the ground in pain. "That's a good one."

"Asshole," he repeats, with a bit less venom.

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you have another bright idea to teach me to swim?"

"Zaneta has breathing masks."

"Then why don't we get one."

"Hannah!"

No response.

"Great, we're going to have to find one."

He's still pissed off enough that he can run pretty quickly back to the house.

A few minutes later, Michael catches up to him. "I have no idea where these things are."

"Ooooi is there anyone heeeeeere!"

No answer.

"I think they're being...what'd ya call me?"

"Assholes?"

"Nah, those are useful."

Shrug. He starts zooming this way and that looking for breathing masks.

"Wait up!"

He ignores Michael and continues to look, getting increasingly mad at not finding it.