"No shit."

Howard's got a ruffle around his neck that he rips off, then his sleeves. He pulls off his socks but they vanish into thin air when he does so, and in the meantime his shoes decide to disappear, too.

Awesome. Walking around a minefield barefoot.

"We need your clothes. I'm not taking off the rest of mine."

He's only going to go so far with this nightmare, thank you very much. And the world doesn't need a good shot of his ribs and concave belly.