"Oh, god, you don't mean people seriously make that? Gross." Howard's pulls his best 'icked out' face, which is pretty icked out.

"Anyway, it's this thing." He undoes the lock on his pantry and opens it up to reveal a black box. A morbid mind, like Howard's, would think it could easily fit a human head. "I got it running for like a minute, and it told me I wasn't qualified to open it and called me names. I think you asked me about something like this once."