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Neither do dogs. This is why many large dogs don't like puppies or are scared of them.

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I imagine hiding a midget's corpse would be a lot easier than a normal sized person's corpse.
That's why I believe if anyone became a serial killer specifically targeting midgets, he'd be able to get away with it for a really long time, or not get caught at all.
Just imagine where you could hide all these little abominations that would take considerably less hassle and stress to accomplish. You wouldn't even need to cut up the body since it's already they're already the size of a ham anyways.
And I doubt most of their family would want to look for them. That's basically a giant weight (lol) off their back once they go missing, so I imagine the searching process would be pretty short (lol). Just imagine.

I don't do that either

Thanks to that South Park scene I now can only laugh when I encounter a midget.

I would be hard to find victims though. You'd have to spend all of your time looking down.

Fuck you then

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what the fuck, I am a little person and I am not a fan of this meme

pls frens

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it's okay, we like dinklage and troyer. it's just warwick that needs a kick in the head.

>A WA AH AH AH CMON GET DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS

haha just kidding lads i'm a normal sized bloke just like you, gotcha

>tfw have never encountered a dwarfanon on this site
surely one has to exist

We're sorry, we didn't mean to make such a big deal out of it. We'll promise to be the bigger person in this. Let's not keep such a small issue hurting this board.

Electric Jew is my favorite MGMT song

Kicking trotter's corpse across a field would be hilarious

Do your part and dont breed. Dont be like Warwick and have 8 kids and have 4 of which die before they reach their first birthday.

you kick him in the head what kind of psycho take the other two option

Every once in a while some 5'11" subhuman manlet throws a little tantrum when they can't handle the bantz.

Please somebody post the eating dead son pasta

I like making fun of niggers but making fun of midgets just seems mean.

Personally I'd starve Warwick Davis. It should not take too long given his size. Make him stick thin and so feeble. Then I would feign pity and serve him a plate of delicious char siu meat, with rich, sticky sauce, perfect pancakes, refreshing drinks... go all out. Give that little bastard a banquet. Watch him greedily devour the meat. His lips, teeth, and fingers sticky with the sauce as he throws manners and decorum out of the window in a mad rush to satiate himself. Then, when he's satisfied and feels thing are looking up, I shall reveal he has not been feasting on char siu pork but... char siu Harrison Davis. Yes, I will have ensured Warwick Davis greedily gobbled up the flesh of his mutant son that I butchered after growing bored with torturing him. As the tears well up in his eyes and he refuses to belief me, I shall let out a truly evil, bone chilling laugh and upend the contents of a box I'll have near me; it will be the mangled remains of his son. His legs gone, his skin flayed, castrated, eyes missing, his fingers and arms broken, and head twisted around. That is what I would do to that little bastard. The louder he screams and cries in anguish, the louder and more evil my cackle becomes. Hell, it may just kill me because I'll be struggling to breath as I'll be laughing so hard. I will then loop the footage of his son being raped by a dog, tortured, and then butchered by me 24/7 at maximum volume. This is the fate that awaits you, you vile little goblin.

Lol every time

...And then I will give Warwick Davis a rusty, yet sharp, blade and promise him that should he stick it up his anus I shall provide him with a quick death. He looks at me with pure hatred. The ordeal has clearly left him unhinged, yet he longs for death's sweet, tender embrace. I toss him the knife and he obliges. He screams. It is a queer mix of utter rage, hatred, sorrow, and pain. Music to my ears. Pools of blood begin forming at his feet as more and more blood spurts from his anus the further the knife goes in. When all the way in, he furiously demands what I promised: a quick death. I let out a truly evil laugh. A laugh so demonic it makes my previous sadistic cackles sound like a mother's tender humming to calm down a crying infant. I tell him he will die of the infection from the wounds of sodomising himself with a rusty blade, and that it will be agony. He screams at me that. Screams that I PROMISED a quick death. I again let out a devilish cackle and tell him the death will be quick... relative to the one I gave his son. He screams and bawls his vile piggy eyes out. His rants are barely coherent. With that, I turn, walk out of the dungeon, lock the door, and destroy the key. I smile to myself. I am content... for now. The thirst for dwarf misery will soon take hold of me again, and when it does... Peter Dinklage will have a very unfortunate day indeed.

Imagine being the guy to write pasta directly derivative of a South Park episode.

youtube.com/watch?v=pLlzLpVDjE0

Yea Forums vs david warwick

He could just kill himself with the knife instead of sticking it up his anus.

I'd love to play a game of Fridge The Midge with Warwick Davis. What's Fridge The Midge, one might ask? It's simple: you put a midget in a refrigerator. You and the boys put him in the crisper drawer, shut the door, gather 'round, drink some cold ones, and laugh yourself lightheaded over hearing the pathetic little midget's futile attempts to escape. He's not strong enough to push the door open, he doesn't have the leverage or space to even get the crisper drawer open, the cold is slowing him down, he's running out of air, he knows it's almost over for him and starts screaming for help. Maybe you liven things up a little by shaking the refrigerator to spook him, or say "oh my God is somebody in there" and open the door to give him a glimmer of hope before slamming it shut and mocking him, it's up to you. I wouldn't recommend letting the midget die, that's when things get complicated. Though, I suppose it'll be easy to hide the body, considering... you know.

they put a little suit on him

Chairman Mao?

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imagine kidnapping him and his daughter, strapping davis to a chair, and forcing him to watch you go BALLS DEEP into his daughter. she's small and light enough that you can just grab her by the waist and hold her up in the air. you take her top off, then her pants, till she's just wearing her little panties and a bra. warwick is begging you not to. he starts to tear up, knowing well what's about to happen to his daughter. you rip off her last pieces of her garment until she's standing there completely naked infront of you and her father. her tight little pussy looks especially tasty, and you can tell she has never been with a man before. you pick her up and enter her. your average sized cock poking out of her stomach with every thrust. she screams in pain and in fear, but her little midge pussy tells a different story. she's dripping love nectar all over and along her thighs. warwick is screaming and crying. "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS! "THE POLICE WILL FIND YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO GO TO JAIL FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, YOU MONSTER"! he says, with tears running down his checks. you return your focus to his daughter, who at this point has completely forgotten her father was in the room. Her screams and crying has turned into sounds of just pleasure and lust. she's never felt so good before in her life. her once tight dwarven pussy is now permanently lose. a once pristine virgin pussy, now blown out like an arby's sandwich quivers with each thrust. she's going to cum, and so are you. as she screams in pleasure, her whole body starts shaking from her orgasm, and as you return your gaze into warwick's red teary eyes, you too orgasm. you flood her now blown out pussy with cum, and drop her onto the floor like the flesh light she is. she's on the ground naked, shaking from the most intense orgasm of her life, cum pooling out of her pussy and now with a bastard in her belly. you leave the torture chamber, head home, and begin to prepare for the next day.

It's always 5'11"lets. 0"-5'10" based > skip an inch > 6'0"+ based.

>kick him in the head winning
Yea Forums confirmed as being based

I'll end up cutting out weed eventually, but there's no chance i'm gonna stop gaming, or drinking. I already exercise, hang out with friends at least once a week, and i don't believe in anti-depressants.

>carolyn don't go into the light
fucking amazing episode

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unironically why the fuck is Yea Forums bullying warwick so hard? He's pretty cool dude irl so why him?

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haha good one bro lol

AHHHHHHH MY FUCKING SKULL

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Cringe

SHUT UP MIDGE
I COULD FUCKING PICK YOU UP

Should be making fun of Verne LOL

WORDS ARE LIKE BULLETS

Because he's immensely overreacting to the bullying

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I'd bludgeon Warwick with the son, mainly cause it would kill the son before him and Warwick would cry and scream in anguish. He'd probably rush me. Trying to take down the monster that beat him bloody and slaughtered his vile son. I would laugh. Laugh so evilly that the logic triumphs over the rage and he realises how hopeless it is take down a great lumbering brute like me. When I finally see this realisation dawn on him and hopelessness touch his eyes, I shall treat him to a very wicked smirk and saunter over to his daughter, who is grieving over the remains of her halfing (or quarterling) mutant of a brother. I shall grab her by the angles. She lets out a shriek of terror. Warwick rushes me again but I just kick him in the jaw and send him flying, and, of course, reduce his jaw to a mangled ruin of blood and broken bone. I stand of him with his daughter squirming, laugh maliciously once more for posterity's sake, raise his daughter high, and slam her down onto her vile sire again and again and again and finally end that goblin's worthless life.

I'd love to play a game of Fridge The Midge with Warwick Davis. What's Fridge The Midge, one might ask? It's simple: you put a midget in a refrigerator. You and the boys put him in the crisper drawer, shut the door, gather 'round, drink some cold ones, and laugh yourself lightheaded over hearing the pathetic little midget's futile attempts to escape. He's not strong enough to push the door open, he doesn't have the leverage or space to even get the crisper drawer open, the cold is slowing him down, he's running out of air, he knows it's almost over for him and starts screaming for help. Maybe you liven things up a little by shaking the refrigerator to spook him, or say "oh my God is somebody in there" and open the door to give him a glimmer of hope before slamming it shut and mocking him, it's up to you. I wouldn't recommend letting the midget die, that's when things get complicated. Though, I suppose it'll be easy to hide the body, considering... you know.

TWO MONTHS LATER.

You return to the torture chamber that houses warwick davis and his daughter. as you enter the chamber, warwick is still asleep, and his daughter runs up to you with pure exctasy, looking forward to another day of intese sex with you. She doesn't run as fast, now that she has a bulging belly with your unborn chid inside. Two months of daily sexual conquest on her little freakish dwarven body had taken a toll on her, physically and mentally.

Her pussy and ass is now permanently gaped wide, and on her mind was just one thing: your average sized cock. "oh user im so happy to see you! i've been thinking about you all night. I can feel our baby kicking!" she says to you, as you ignore everything that comes out of her mouth and begin to unzip your pants. your rock hard cock is immediately greeted with an eager sucking. Her eyes and throat, bulging with every breath full of your cock she inhales. you scream to warwick. "HEY, YOU LITTLE FREAKLY MIDGE, WAKE THE FUCK UP!" He is now awake, but merely pretending to be asleep. It's obvious that at this point, Davis wants nothing more than death. He know the life he once had can never return to him, and he knows that anyone that was once looking for him and his daughter had ended their search by now.

You look back down at your cock and see two big brown midget eyes staring back at you. you grab her head and force her off your cock. "Go and slap your father" you say to her. She knows what she must do in order to get the sex she so badly desires. she must follow your command, or go a day without the intense pleasure she craves. Warwick is still pretending to be asleep, the coward.

Here is the whole thing.

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Kicking Warwick Davis in the head like a football is the cleanest best pleasure.

Imagine being a tiny little bit of a man. You wake up in the morning and throw back the napkin blanket from your matchbox bed. You almost role off and fall to your death. Feel around for the ladder with your rice sized toe. There it is. You climb down. Now you see an ant. The giant brute lumbering toward you. The smell of tiny man meat intoxicating the insect. You run, or more like you hop, towards the safety of a small crack in the wall not even the ant can fit in. Take a moment to rejoice and let your eyes adjust to the darkness. You're so small you can see every individual ray of light. Hungry from your morning adventure you decide to eat. Luckily a feast of atoms and other subatomic particles lay before you. You eat barely a third of a neutron and you're stuffed. That's when you notice you've accidentally begun to fall through the very fabric of existence. You grasp out but everything is too big to hold onto. You fall into the abyss.

It'd suck being a midge.

What's Moria like?

what the fuck is left?

Killing beaners in the race war?

Weed is better than alcohol. Or at least less bad.

did the 2*Yea Forums midget even use Yea Forums before?

>put him in the crisper drawer
top lel

based kickchads

Is that Mao Zedong?

I wanna shove you inside of a morbidly obese man's anus

pics or gtfo

midges piss me off :(

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God imagine you and Warwick's family locked inside an UFC cage, finally no more fucking twitter banter, its gloves off you midge piece of SHIT!

Just start sprintin towards them, you knee the son and you absolutely destroy his troll head, he's still alive and screaming, you take your time and slowly but surely beat everyone to death except Warwick, after he's seen hell you end him with a downwards kick and split his skull right in the middle, he falls to his knees and you just start to kick the shit out of him in the face until it looks like a bloddy pumpkin.

Warwick Davies you will never be safe.