fear

I wonder how many midgets you can having living in one apartment before you get some sort of label from the other people in your neighborhood. A guess right off the top of my head? Six. Fewer than six probably feels intuitively like a family, but once you get six of somebody, it gets a little janky. It starts to feel like maybe they're making plans or something.

Five midgets?
"Oh, that's the Andersons. Lovely people."
Six?
"Don't make eye contact, Dave -- It's those fucking midgets. I saw one of them buying up a lot of rope at the goddamn Home Depot the other day, keep the children well away."