[Barry does indeed want to take another hit. He reaches for the joint, fingers a little shaky and slow, but he finally manages to grasp it without a) losing it, or b) hurting anybody. Success!]

Th-That was you guys? Th'Rockport Limited Incident?

[Taking a hit, Barry lets it sit for as long as he dares before letting the smoke billow from his mouth.]

I heard about that from some necromancer buddies planetside. O-Of course that was you knuckleheads. [He starts giggling. Quiet at first.] I mean, I figured it might've been you lot, b-but I didn't wanna ask.

How'd y'make it go into nonexistence, anyway? Blink? Rope Trick? W-Wait… [His face darkens, furrowing with concentration. It's been a long time since Barry Bluejeans has thought this hard.] That wouldn't work...