You can see tizzy down the street. She smiles big, teeth bared; waves big too with one arm overhead. When you get close enough that it makes sense to stop walking, she looks you up and down, frowns a bit. "YOU LOOK T3RR1BL3" You know. You give a weak grin, a weak shrug. She shakes her head, then closes the distance; Pulls you into a hug. {{4}}