Once upon a time, there was a lonely trickster. A sad, lonely trickster. A sad, lonely, distraught trickster. A sad lonely distraught trickster who had a self esteem complex from being so sad and lonesome and distraught all the time. So this trickster was sitting on his couch one day, feelin' all "woe is me, no lady will ever look at me" when some pretty little thang sauntered up to him and took a seat next to him. They fell to chatting, and she told him about her love of Arkham Horror and woolen socks and he told her about being a sad, lonely, distraught trickster with self esteem problems. And she felt bad, and was also charmed by his suave air and rugged good looks, so she gave him a kiss. A pity kiss. But a kiss notheless!!! And suddenly, his shoes didn't feel quite so tight, and he felt the strength of a hundred grinches, plus two!! They say that the trickster's small heart grew three sizes that day. She thought it was okay.