Warwick davis

if you had a opportunity to hang out with warwick davis, what would you do to/with him?

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call him a midge

Probably get a coffee and ask him when another season of Life's Too Short is coming out.

Toss him

put him on a trampoline and start bouncing. his tiny midge body would be thrown hither and thither, and his stunted freak limbs unable to right himself. his high-pitched mini me screams interrupted only by the occasional face-landing.

also i would probably ask him what it was like filming willow

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I still have my old TV down there so maybe we could watch Willow or some other midgemovie

I wouldn't hang out with him since midgets piss me off.

How I would love to lock Warwick Davis into a lead-lined chamber with a lump of uranium-235 inside for an hour or so. I would get someone todrag him out and watch as he starts puking and stumbling over his pathetic midget leg-stumps dizzily, finally losing consciousness. I would then take him to a comfortable bed and impersonate a doctor - putting him to rest, pretending to look after him and ensuring him that he would get better. As the days pass, the disgusting little goblin will get worse and worse, vomiting, shitting piping-hot bloody diarrhoea and generally screaming in pain from his now burned and necrotic flesh, his internal organs failing and his chromosomes melting. But I would still lie to this festering imp and tell him it gets worse before it gets better. As he gets to his final stages of acute radiation poisoning, I will reveal that i lied to him the whole time and that he is going to die. The demonic pipsqueak starts bawling his beady eyes out as I let out a hearty laugh. He begs to be put out of his mercy, but I ignore his pathetic whines and start peeling his bubbling mottled skin from his tiny arms. The screams get louder and louder as I peel and peel, and I finally get some peace when I stuff the sticky, squelching flesh into his disproportionate midge-mouth. I get a bucket of his own bloody diarrhoea and rub it into his raw, exposed flesh, and finally close the curtain, turn off the lights and exit the medical room forever - leaving this satanic little munchkin to expire.
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