Sam was retching. He's been doing it for several minutes and Dillard was bored out of his skull. Well, bored, anyway. He didn't want to even think about what would happen if he removed his own skull. If Sam could still see out of his eye when it had been removed (and swallowed), God knows what would happen to a brain. He finished gouging his name in the seat of the wooden bench and put his keys back in his pocket. "Hurry up, Sam. We haven't got all day."
Sam spat and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "That was fricking disgusting that was." He shook his head, eyes watering. "You ate a dead crow. What are you on? It wasn't even a bet."
Dill shrugged. "It was pretty good, actually. You should try it." He nudged the newspaper-wrapped remains with his foot. "Not the feathers, though. Too tough." He grinned as his flatmate dry heaved. "Come on. Lets get to college and I'll buy you a burger." He clapped a arm around Sam's shoulders and walked on.
"I don't think I ever want to eat again." Sam looked back at the bench. "Did we eat seafood last night? I swear there were bits of squid in that."
Dill pulled out a packet of Gold Leaf and some rolling papers, his practiced hand rolling a cigarette as they walked. "Nah. Pizza. It was pretty rubbery though."
"I had the Spicy Beef."
"Figures. The chunks were probably your stomach lining."