Next to embarrassingly encasing his hairy, little hobbit feet in a variety of fabulously effeminate, insoles-containing stacked-heeled boots, platform shoes and high heels, all the while being a pint-sized petite pathological
liar who constantly regurgitates a small man syndrome-induced stream of Todd
Howard's tall tales, the terminally insecure and aggravatingly
ant-like
turbo-manlet Tiny Todd "Tiddly Termite"
Howard girlishly enjoys dolling himself up by intermittently donning either a black or brown
boys large leather jacket when out on the town and looking for a potential manmore sugar daddy. This is without a doubt just another one of Todd "Heckled Homunculus"
Howard's manlet cope and manlet rage-induced, hilariously doomed attempts at emphasizing his obviously
non-existent masculinity, which is immediately rendered futile when the inherently effeminate Little Napoleon is absolutely dwarfed by every single grown-up that Tiny Todd "High Five"
Howard comes into contact with, like the subhumanly stunted, diminutively delicate, devastatingly dwarfed, petulantly puny and preposterously petite, scandalously stunted little runt of a sissy fairy manlet princess that the whole world most definitely knows him to be.
Melissa: Hey, why is there a brown dishrag lying in the street over there? Ellen: It's one of Todd Howard's boys large leather jackets. The utterly insignificant and microscopically minuscule midget monstrosity was crossing the road when a bee humming
bird suddenly swooped down and just carried him away!
Melissa: Manlets BTFO.
