Sea Lion Shores cake by the ocean

Okay, so he was caught in his lie and would either have to agree, admit he was telling a half-cooked tale, or fabricate more details and hope it would be enough to satisfy this dude. Not that it mattered either way — it really didn't matter if this stranger believed him or not. A part of Screech felt some pride in his story so, maybe it was only that. He wanted to avoid mention of the real culprits and all the trauma associated and the easiest way, in his mind, was to tell a great big story.

Nah man, there were lots of them, a whole flock. But they got all pissy with me and a few were hecklin' me so much that they got some good shots in. Stabbed in the fuckin' face, and I had to scoop my own eye out once it had gone bad. He couldn't really turn green with illness right there, but there was a quality to Screech's voice as he remembered the pain caused by his eye's excavation and the tumutuous roll of his gut when he'd woken up to partial darkness. Just to be safe though he added, What do you know anyway, dude? Who the fuck are you?