So I told her. Or rather, I told her that it was a wound given to me by the avenging pet rat of a martial artist I had slain. But not to fear because the rat may have scratched my face but I had managed to slice off his ear and that frankly, I was hoping the wound would scar and further increase my street-ninja-cred.
She looked at me like I was crazy and so I explained *cough*TeenageMutantNinjaTurtles*cough*.
And do you know what she asked? What she had the audacity to ask!?
Really!? Is it really so much to ask that people always hold the cartoons of my childhood sacred above all others? Kids today!