“You’re way to small to seem like a threat,” said Tim, standing in front of the open fridge smelling the yogurt. “I think this is past it’s expiration date.”
“Being smaller gives people a false sense of security. It works for me. And I’m five feet, seven inches tall.”
“I didn’t say you were short, I said you were small and truthfully, you look like a beautiful pixie.”
“Are you TRYING to make me beat you up?”
“No, I’m saying that you’re beautiful and camouflaged at the same time.”
“I never understand you. Should I be insulted, or flattered? I have no idea.”
“Should we call Smokey back for the meeting?”
“No, let him have fun. The others will be here any minute.