I'd love to kick Warwick Davis in the head. Just take a few steps run up then catch him with the full force of my steel capped toe under his chin, send that little faggot flying through the air.
As he lies on the floor, coughing and wheezing and chocking on his own blood, his jaw a mangled mess of bones detached from the rest of his skull, I stand over him and laugh wickedly. He looks up at me in fear and pain, his eyes searching, begging me for mercy. He finds none. I raise my boot then stomp down, splitting his skull like a melon and finally ending his pathetic life.
Not even memeing but I ran into him once at SW Celebration. I think he thought I was laughing at him or his wife, since I happened to be laughing at the time and looked directly at them coincidentally. He gave me this really disgusted look, like a grimace really, and I just knew that getting Wicket's autograph that day might be a bad choice
This little FREAK is a fucking abomination. It's a testament to how far we have declined as a society that he wasn't dashed against rocks as an infant. What a horrible, disgusting affront to the goodness of God's creation.
If I were anywhere near Los Angeles, our modern Gomorrah, I would choke the life out of this little mongrel's disgusting and hateful demonic face.
My day is ruined for having gazed upon such filth.
Brody Gutierrez
Why does this man make me angry just looking at him?
