[He's about to go off, all flair and bedazzlement to really push the absolute stunning brilliance of the calendar idea- to bounce effortlessly off of the setup Gil has given him. He is ready to sparkle!!!

And then Gil suddenly sounds like that, and everything else is thrown to the wayside for worry to take front and center.]

What the heck? That sounds super freaking bad? Did anything happen before this? Like, did you go near those bitch-ass foxes in the park or something? Do you need me to come over? Or...bring anything? I don't know what I can actually bring for this but I can totes bring it.