You, a measly, shrimpy, short, wimp has gotten into our dungeon. We need stronger security here at the dungeon. You cower in front of two tall mistresses who are clad in leather pants, leather gloves, and leather trench coats. They discuss what to do with you and how to make you useful. You had best be on your best behavior before they decide to toss you out with the daily garbage. They humiliate you for being so short and compare your height to that of their long leather trench coats. Being short has never been so much fun.
