Lost in non-translation II

The tall guy said to me, “Good morning shorty.”
I glanced at his 6’6” height, It’s kinda nice to feel small.
“What does that make me?” Said the cute little young lady next to me.
“Pipsqueak.” I said.
She pondered the name for a second. “Okay, I like that.”
So Pip was named.

Now if this happened back at the ‘Z’ place I used to work, my friends would have said things like;
“Pip squeak? Wouldn’t a pip moan be better?”

But they were pigs.