[Outside a certain house, there are snowmen. Said snowmen look like
certain people that some in this city may or may not know.
And a few yards away, under the porch of the house, is their creator -- yeah, the collapsed girl who's sniffling, sneezing and overall feeling miserable. Whoops.]
Ugh...someone kill me now... I feel like I'm going to die here... what the hell is this!?
[Obviously it's called getting sick, Alice; though considering what you wear normally it was kind of inevitable...]