Howard rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Just don't punch anyone with that stump, man. It'll hurt you more than them."

He glances down at his own outfit, the white coat he got from the hospital caper absolutely drenched in Kon's blood. He pulls it off and crumples it into a wad, so no one assumes he's seriously injured at a first glance. "And you owe me a new set of clothes once we get back on Stacy."

Kon clearly had a close call there; Howard would be able to tell that not just by the color of Kon's skin, but the look on his face. So maybe Kon's got a will of steel to get back up there and go fight as soon as he catches his breath and some extra white blood cells.

Or maybe he's just an idiot who doesn't value his life.

Howard, being the warm and fuzzy type, puts his money on the latter.