The rubber band manlet (a dwarfed male shorter than 5ft10) is a mobbed-up manlet, a misanthropic manlet, a materialistic manlet and a myopic manlet who petulantly peddles his piddly hobbit
pipe-weed to all of the towering grown-ups who have the misfortune of crossing his pathetically puny path.
Straight outta Oompa Loompa land, tape measure in his
right, booster seat in his other hand. Call him a lesser man, he'll always be a lesser man.
Wasted a couple hundred grand, high heels, all colors man. Once inevitably caught by the ever-watchful Manlet Detection Agency, the then incarcerated rubber band manlet instantly and seamlessly makes the for him natural transition into a prison
wife manlet and happily lives out his laughably lowly little life in the enthusiastically submissive service of his fearlessly formidable and devastatingly dominant, supremely superior magnificent manmore
prison war daddy overlord.
Emily: Lol, why is that deceased rubber band manlet lying in the manlet pit over there and why is he covered with garden gnomes?
Bianca: A group of little
girls just shot him to death with a pink BB
gun and then gave the silly, little manlet boy a dwarven funeral. Emily: Hahahahaha! Manlets rise up!
