"You're not dreaming, the giant talking rabbit with the boomerangs said." Howard looks incredulous for about half a second, before switching back to serious-mode (although the fear on him is evident in the way his shoulders quake slightly). "Okay. Sure."

Color him shocked that the world is in danger. Or not.

"And what are we supposed to do about it? I'm not exactly bred out of fighting stock." A sarcastic 'genius' is left unspoken at the end of Howard's words.