I both love and hate myself for writing this
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TINY GIRL: “What do you call a group of three barely visible tinies?”
GIANT GUY: “I don’t know. What do you call them?”
TINY GIRL: “…”
GIANT GUY: “Well? What’s the answer?”
TINY GIRL: “I just told you.”
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@protect-tinies to smol
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@The-Big-G Never too smol for puns!!
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And here’s Part 2.
GIANT GUY: “So my idea is that we dress you up like a sugar plum fairy and then–oh, sorry, I need to speak softly so I don’t deafen you, right?”
TINY GIRL: “Yes, please!”
GIANT GUY: “Feathers. Pillows. Fluffy bunny fur. Clouds. Bouncy Jell-O. Hippies.”
TINY GIRL “----you’re hilarious.”
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@protect-tinies Dad jokes have nothing on giant jokes.
- about a year later
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I love and hate it when giants try to annoy you like this. Instead of physically playing with you he’s doing it verbally.
