You live in a world, everyone is a doll, you're a doll, also the average height in this world is 4'6.

You live in the walled city, you were born there and raised there. It's nice, and from how the news portrays the rest of the world you don't really want to leave. Someone's moving in to the house next to you, it's been planned for a while. There've been packages coming and there's been a pink car in the driveway for a couple days, your neighbors are saying that she's being imported. But, what kind of wastelander would drive such a cute car? Eventually the packages are collected, she must finally be here. You decide to go meet her, see if she needs help unpacking or rearranging furniture.

You head over there and knock on the door, there's a loud thud sound and then a few moments of silence. You stand there awkwardly for a few moments then sh- he opens the door? Holy sh*t he's huge, and he looks like hell. Okay yeah I think he's an import. "...you need something?" His voice is deep and rough but he speaks quietly and hesitantly.