I tripped over a dwarf the other day; I know — bad news. The fellow gets all huffy with me, and seems to think I was looking down on him (So weird, if I’d been looking down on him, I’d never have tripped!).

At any rate he says, “I’m not happy.” “That’s OK.” I say, “So which one are you?” And he gets all upset. These dwarves are all the same, they’re so small.