One wrong move and they’ll cut you down from the knees.
Here’s my logic. If there exists a world of stick-people, surely there must exist a world their size. That makes sense, right?
I wonder what it would be like to be giant walking through a forest. I think it might be like stepping on a bunch of pointy twigs, but I’d also be really afraid of stepping on someone. Either way, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about mosquitoes.
Cuteness is inversely proportional to height.
Knight is taller than Pirate, but how tall is that? I haven’t ever worked out the exact heights involved here, but I’d say Knight might be pushing 5 feet, whereas Pirate’s an inch or two shorter. Stick people are probably about a foot tall. Myself? I’m half an inch away from 6 feet. I look down on all these midgets.
Short is short. Tall is tall. Words are words. Pirate and Knight are both kids, so getting apples can be hard work. (But they get a lot of leg room on airplanes.)
At least Pirate’s good at climbing.
This is how I felt when I was young and short. Now that I’m taller…I still feel like this. Basketball’s hard for me, okay? Besides which, I doubt Knight can jump with all that armor on. Maybe a trampoline is in order.
I predict a tie game.