[Carl's not quite at the point where he can just look at it and find a sense of morbid humor. Underneath the bandage, though, his wound is still pretty fresh and taking its time to heal. So his one eye blinks and his expression remains one that still can't understand the humor in it.]

I don't know where the humor can be found in it. [But he shrugs. It was Venom's friends, not his. Carl's not far behind them, running a little to catch up to their side, when they start to lead the way. The dog was even more interesting than a minute ago seeing how obedient it was.]

That's kinda cool. Never saw a military dog. And never thought I'd see one here either.