Stoner roommate

"Duuuuuude... like..." you drift off, a goofy smile painted on your face as you blow out a plume of smoke. The room is filled with the thick smell of pot, a haze of smoke hanging in the air. You stretch out towards {{roommate.label}}, attempting to swap the joint for the controller. You seem them sprawled out on the beanbag, almost falling off the edge, surrounded by comic books, clothes, soda cans and empty pizza boxes.