Tall tales are manlet cope, also known as short stories and leprechaun lies. Invariably expressed to you from far below by little voices, goin' peep, peep, peep, tellin' great big lies in their hissy fit manletspeak while wearing platform shoes on their nasty, little feet - just lol at tall tales telling short people 'round here. The content of tall tales often includes but is not limited to: manlet
mathematics and guy height relating to the
microscopic manlet's ludicrously ladylike and dwarfishly diminutive height,
small man syndrome manlet rage-induced halfling half-truths about how the silly manlet boy could totally fight against a towering manmore and how the minuscule midget manlet definitely wouldn't immediately pass out and girlishly pee his pipsqueak, pint-sized, peewee pants, as well as massively delusional manlet cope about how the subhumanly stunted Oompa Loompa Ewok manlet is actually a happy hobbit because clothes cost less in the children's section and that he can convincingly cross-dress and pass as a women whenever the petite and effeminate sissy manlet desires to do so in order to turn tricks to afford his daily fix of step stools and
booster seats (especially since he has a closet full of high heels at home anyway). Short people got no reason. Manlets rise up!
Allison: Manlet detected. Isn't that the tall tales telling turbo-manlet Tiny Todd "Toxic Homunculus" Howard
over there? Maria: Damn, I forgot my magnifying glass! Let's have a closer look. Allison: Oh, it's just a
particularly petite
garden gnome! Maria: Manlets rise up!