Imagine seeing Warwick Davis shopping at the mall before Christmas. You run into him on the third floor, carrying dozens of bags that are far too heavy for his stubby little arms and puny fingers. He's struggling, sweat is pouring off his deformed little forehead as he tries to get his gifts home for his family. You feel the rage build up in you, looking at this decrepit little gnome pulling all these bags, making little grunts in his stupid little high pitched voice. Unconsciously, you find yourself striding towards him, with venomous intent in your eyes. He catches sight of you approaching, his tiny freak head lifts slightly, you can see the fear in his eyes like a zebra looking at a lion on the hunt. In an instant, you grab him by his tiny legs and begin walking over to the balcony that overlooks the mall floor, Warwick too weak to fight back, only whimpering. Three floors up is a good height to a human being, but to this imp? It might as well be the Grand Canyon. You lift him over your head like a sack of potatoes and you toss the little midge over the edge, and you hear his goofy high pitched yelps as he falls. He smacks his head off a cupcake kiosk, his tiny brains splattered all over a group of Chinese tourists like a Jackson Pollock painting, the elves from the nearby Santa Claus chair rush over, thinking one of their own has committed suicide again. In this moment, you feel triumph.
Imagine seeing Warwick Davis shopping at the mall before Christmas. You run into him on the third floor...
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>It was a packed theater while watching Batman V Superman my seat was the perfect distance from the screen and centered. As the last preview played I saw a couple of ushers walk in and put some type of fucking high chair device on the seat directly in front of me. It’s not to bad I can see over it. But then this little fuck comes waddling through the aisle. This fuck is so fucking small that nobody has to adjust their legs when he walks pass them but he says excuse me anyway. When he arrives in front of that booster seat he nods to the gentleman next to it and the guy proceeds to pick him up with ease and place him on that midget throne. Now my view is completely fucked. I have to stare at this abominations bald spot the entire fucking movie. I get irritated half way through and start to chuck popcorn at this fucks bald spot. When the film was over his head was covered with bruises from the popcorn. I later found out that deformed son of immortan Joe looking asshole was Warick Davis.
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Fucking hate that guy.
Warwick Davis is a piece of shit imo.
The actual Nazis would die from laughter if this quarter man walked through their gates.
anything a midget does is automatically funnier than if a human did it
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based might as well be poster
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I, for one, would like to stick my thumbs into Warick Davis's eye sockets. I want to feel his ocular organs squish into a bloody, viscous pulp beneath the soft, yielding flesh of my fingertips. I want to hear his screams of absolute terror and pain as he realizes he'll never see again.
Then, I would remove my thumbs from his eyesockets, giving him a brief respite as I grabbed a pair of barbeque tongs and a dull butterknife. with the tongs I would pluck out his ruined eyeballs and sever the optic nerves with the butter knife. at this point I would already have a hot plate going with a buttered pan ready to crudely sautee Warwick's juicy macula. As they sizzled in the pan, he would smell them, and after having been starved for days on end, he might even have the nerve to comment about how good whatever I was cooking smelled - not being able to see what it was, of course.
"Here, try some." I would offer, giving him a heaping spoonful of the fried, well-seasoned sight-flesh. He would gobble it down eagerly, begging for more like the deformed goblin he was, still not aware of what he was eating. I would feed him the rest, and only after he had eaten it all would I tell him what it truly was.
As he screamed in horror and retched, I would put my thumbs into his empty eyesockets for the last time. I would drive them deep, deep into his empty ocular cavities, until I broke through the fragile bone and began to push my fingers into his brain. Slowly, his musical shrieking of pain and terror would abate as his brain becomes too damaged to operate his vocal cords, let alone comprehend what is happening to him.
At this point, I place my massive, throbbing erection in front of his vegetative face and begin to powerfuck his eye sockets. In and out, in and out, over and over, until his brains are nothing more than a mess of dead cells and tangled dendrites. As I climaxed, I would push myself balls deep into his skull, my seed mixing with ruined neurons in a perverse cocktail.
This is trying to hard.
>and the seven dwarfs
>of
>AUSCHWITZ
Holy jesus my fucking sides
Why don't all midges do this? Be fucking normal.
w-where did the extra bone and flesh come from..
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There were twins.
I was indifferent to warwick before I saw his show with Karl. God, what an insufferable little midge
she didn't skip leg day
I'M 32 YEARS OLD