Carl's on the stairs of his house, seems he smelled you coming here. He's smoking from a bong shamelessly even as you stand in front of him.

"Hey, forget what happened last week? I'm not surprised. It's from that cheap-ass bong you were smoking." Carl heats up the bong and takes a hit, his voice thinning as he tries talking and blowing the smoke out his mouth simultaneously. "Try some of this good Canadian shit." He extends the bong in your general direction but takes no action in offering it to you. More of a mocking gesture than anything. What else would you expect from him? He hasn't changed a bit in all these years.