A hollaback manlet is a petite and effeminate, little manlet princess (a dwarfed male shorter than 5ft10), who has been so completely and utterly driven to madness by his overpowering manletism-induced small man syndrome, that the perpetually petulant and preposterously puny, girlishly gnomish runt of an Oompa Loompa Ewok sissy manlet fairy instantly erupts into comically childish manlet rage at even the slightest provocation (real or imagined by the quarrelsome manlet queen). Known for throwing hissy fits when asked to sit at the kid's table at family gatherings, crying himself to sleep every night because the microscopically minuscule midget monstrosity is even shorter than Gwen Stefani and furiously engaging in extremely embarrassing public verbal manletspeak catfights with other hunched hollaback manlets because all of the scandalously stunted sissy manlets are hopelessly in love with the same massive and magnificent manmore, the haplessly hateful hollaback manlet never falls short of radically raising the bar for mortifying manlet cope and devastatingly delusional mental midget manlet mathematics. Chris "Bagel Boss Manlet" Morgan is the perfect example of the hilarious consequences that inevitably occur when a high heels wearing hollaback manlet feels slighted in even the tiniest and most insignificant way, if only for the shortest amount of time.
Myopic manlet: Uh-huh, this my shit, all the manlets stomp your tiny feet like this... Manmore: Manlet detected. Halt! Instantly cease your manletspeak and scarf down your high heels before I perform a citizen's arrest by stuffing you into this half-empty cigarette packet! Don't make me call the Manlet Detection Agency, you spinelessly subhuman, short people got no reason, halfling Homunculus hollaback manlet!