[He looks healthy, he looks okay — it's something of a paradox, honestly, because usually bad news means someone's unwell in some way, right? Or at least, that's the status quo here. Landing in one of those silly superhero poses, he looks up with raised eyebrows and a fond smile.]

Careful, I might just bite your ankles with an order like that. [But he elects not to. You're welcome! Instead he stands straight up, smoothing out the wrinkles in the front of his flannel shirt.] I'd say that's a new world record; not that there's a lot out there for swinging on a web from place to place.