Even light, counterfeit pistols would take up a lot of space if piled together.
And piles of letters and cups are hardly small themselves.
That's why I looked for someone in the crowd whose legs were very slim compared to their body.
You pretended to be fat to carry all the replicas by your chest.
And of course, you're not even sweating through that disguise.
So when I found your skinny legs, I stuck this button-sized bug to your ankle.