Yep, Calvin's positivity was inspiring and infectious. So much so I just had to hug him.
Unfortunately my attempted embrace punctured the sliver-thin soap membrane making up the walls of his home. In an almost flow on type effect anger then punctured his positive outlook and he lashed out, violence identifying itself in a flow further on type scenario as he found himself puncturing my stomach, with a shiv made out of petrified human feces that had initially been crafted by Calvin to use for cutting slabs of his leg off for food.
Yep Calvin's positivity sure was inspiring and infectious. Much like the infectious leg wounds that seemingly sprung from nowhere and ultimately killed him later that hour.