There isnt a single good thread in the entire catalog so i thought i'd start a Warwick Davis appreciation thread

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Everyday before I go to bed, I think about how bad I want to kill Warwick Davis. I think about kidnapping his daughter and sending a video of me raping her over and over, making her say degrading things. Imagine the sheer shock Warwick would experience. After a while she would get so hooked on my normal sized 5" cock, it's the only thing she could think about. Midge cock doesn't compare at all to her. After a while I'd offer Warwick to come visit me and exchange himself for his daughter. He'd come by and see his naked daughter covered in loads of my cum begging for more normal sized cock. The sight of her midge father would disgust her. Next I would knock Warwick out with a gentle kick to his head and see his disproportionate little body fall to the ground. He'd wake up and feel strangely nice, only to find out I made his daughter suck his small midge cock. His screams of calling me a sick human being don't bother me. While his daughter is sucking him of I shoot her in the back of her head with my S&W 500 .50 Cal. I order him to fuck the dead little body of his daughter for an hour in exchange for his freedom. When he's done I say he's free to go, right before he gets to my front door I run to him at mach 20 speed in my steel capped toe boots and kick him with the power of a adequate horse. Hearing his pathetic skull crack makes me indescribably horny. Never would we hear of him again. That would be great.

I'd love to tie a string with a couple of helium balloons around Warwick Davis's neck. Watch that ugly little midge go floating up into the sky in a split second. He tries to untie the string but it's too late, he's already too far, he realises that if he were to do so he would splat on the ground, a bloody midge pulp. Just leave him there in the sky, his little legs kicking. See how far the midge can go, has a midge ever been into space before? Further and further he goes until he reaches the upper parts of the atmosphere, then his tiny midge head starts expanding as he lets out a high pitch wheeze... then POP!

HOUSE, INT - NIGHT

(i have my back turned to the camera, a sharply tailored dress shirt with suspenders, I can be seen mixing a drink at the personal bar)

ME: Well, well, well... It seems I have you right where I want you Mr. Davis.

(Warwick Davis is tied to a chair, hes calm but focused)

WARWICK: so you think, Yea Forums.

ME: shhh... I'll let you know when its your turn to speak Mr. Davis.

(I sip my drink and sit down in a chair next to the bar)

(slowly untying my shoes dress shoes) ME: do you know why I brought you here?

WARWICK: enlighten me.

(taking off shoes) ME: truth is Mr. Davis, I find your kind repulsive. (points at WARWICK with shoe)

(brings out steel toed caterpillar boots from under chair) ME: your beady little eyes, stubby little fingers, gigantic disproportionate heads, and worst of all your inflated egos. to think such diseased creatures have the audacity to reproduce. i mean, really mr. davis, look at your children. why would you condemn them to a life of suffering just to fulfill your own misguided desires?

WARWICK: so you're saying i have no quality of life? that i don't deserve to live? why? because i'm a little person?

(tying off boots) ME: little person, dwarf, midget, gnome; it doesn't matter how you brand yourself WARWICK, you are still an abomination. you see that don't you?

(tears in his eyes, clenching his tiny fists) WARWICK: what gives you the fucking right!? to.. to pick and choose who deserves to live and die? i am a good person, i give back to the community! what the fuck do you do!?

(standing up and working into the boots) ME: enough WARWICK, you're not a martyr. you're a midget. you cannot talk your way out of this.

(disgusted) WARWICK: oh fuck off. this is just a charade. you havent got the balls you ignorant little pip! bigot!!

(lining up the shot) ME: steady now, Mr. Davis...

(panicking) WARWICK: okay! okay! please okay wait please!

(stopping and loosening cuff links) ME: hm?

cont.

WARWICK: money.. I have money. I'll give you whatever you want..

(throws drink on warwick and smashes glass on the floor) ME: CUNT!! despicable little goblin fuck! you think I want money!? the chair you are tied to is worth more than the shoebox you live in.

(spitting drink and catching breath) WARWICK: then what!? what do you want!? please dont do this i have kids please! my wife!

(reaches into back pocket) ME: yes your family, i almost forgot.

(pulls out polaroids)

ME: this is your wife (still of mrs davis walking into house where warwick is now)

(warwick is visibly distressed, wide eyed)

(shuffling through photos) ME: i guess she prefers normal men as well (stills of me and mrs. davis having sex)

(smirking) ME: I made her call me Willow.

WARWICK: motherfucker! (desperately tries to free himself from his binds, thrashing about) AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

ME: relax Mr. Davis.. you are embarrassing yourself. that's clear scotch tape i tied you with. I didn't even need duct tape heh.

(reassuming punt position)

ME: and now Mr. Davis, any last words?

WARWICK: I-I- I wa..

(interrupting) ME: Christ, it was rhetorical Warwick. I couldn't give a fuck about your last words. (winding up punt)

WARWICK: no. no. NO! WAI-

(warwick is punted so hard in the head he and the chair fall backwards. a grotesque split welt already formed on his temple. i stand over him stomping his head into the floor over and over. the blood drops splattering my face and white shirt. gripping the bar for support and i stomp over and over and over. i stop and quickly pick up the chair with warwick still tied to it, and scream while slamming it against the wall until the chair splinters into pieces and Warwick falls into a pile on the floor.)

*CUTS TO BLACK*

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He was good in harry potter.

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What would you do if you woke up in a room alone with a confused Warwick Davis. There are no doors in this room or cameras, just a light, you and Warwick Davis.

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I was in a Boeing 747 Lufthansa flight heading to Germany and I swear to god I saw Warwick Davis. He waddled passed me trying to get to his seat. I think the little bastard lost his way to the bathroom. I saw him almost getting ran over by a service trolley and some passengers. The little shit scampered out of the way shouting “Hey! Hey!”. Funniest thing I ever seen. It took me all my self control not to punt him through isles back to first class.

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.

Be a bit better if he was taller, dont ya think?

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whoa he actually looks normal

if i saw warwick davis, i wouldnt see him. i mean, id talk with him, get his autograph, engage in banal discussion with him, and wish him the best of luck. all the things normal people do in a normal society.

i just wouldnt look down

What I would give to kidnap Warwick Davis and make his life a living hell. I would force him to dress up in elf and leprechaun outfits and subject him to pure awfulness and humiliation. just terrible degradation and shameful acts. it would be so easy to break his spirit and drive him to suicide, but I wouldn't let him do it. if I could train a dog to rape on command then I would totally do that as well. a really big dog like a mastiff. he would be so completely and utterly powerless to stop it, not to mention terrified. a big ass dog is even scary and life-threatening to a normal human but to a midget? might as well be a dragon. I'd keep him in a cell and what's more is that I would actually place to key inside with him but put it in a high place. not extremely high but just ever so slightly out of reach. it would drive him mad. I would dress him like a baby and force feed him 99 cent store baby food. I'd also pick him up like a child and toss him from one corner to the next. I'd grab him by one leg and swing him as hard and as fast as I could then hurl him to see how far he goes. I'd rent one of those giant inflatable bounce houses and body slam him all day until my arms got tired. I'd hold him down with 1 hand and slowly stick things up his butt just to see him squirm. I would stick him in dryers and turn them on and leave him in there for long periods of time. I'd force him to fight other midgets to the death. just so many things I would do.

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.

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, seed mixing with ruined neurons in a perverse cocktail.

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I love this because it's written like he keeps getting smaller and smaller in just a tiny fraction of time.

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.

Personally? Plastic bags, tape and desk fans.
Just imagine the distance you could get...

I want to take a hacksaw to the back of his skull. I want to flip him over onto his midge belly and dig my knees into his back. I would then place the blade of the saw on the back of his cashew shaped head. I would listen for several minutes to his cries and pleads. I would let him cry until he could no longer produce tears. Then I would slowly begin sawing, taking pleasure in his screams and then flailing of his limbs as he tries to escape the hell I have brought down upon him. After exposing his midge brain, I would flip him onto his back and place the hacksaw onto the center of his chin. I would the proceed to slowly saw his jaw in half. If he happens to pass out during any of this, I will lock him in a cage until he shows conciousness. I may even wait until he begins begging me for food to acknowledge his existence. I then bring him a dish of delicious food. I open his cage and lay it on the floor in front of him. As soon as he steps forward to grab the food, I slam his face down into the plate and begin sawing on him again.

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>Warwick Davis stars as a failed poet who has to teach English to troubled kids at an inner city high school. Right where it's getting to the point where the drama is ramping up and he's starting to get through to them, really showing off his acting chops, Ja'aquan says "You've taught us so much, Mr. Davis, now let us teach you" and locks the door. This will confuse the midge, as his characters name is Dietrich Henderson. Javier then gets up and empties his backpack across Warwick's desk revealing an assortment of lotions, dragon dildos, and tiny hooks and hammers. It's at this point he starts panicking because he knows that he's trapped. The remaining 58 minutes consists of brutal humiliation and hardcore interracial torture porn, and ends with a scene where Warwick is forced bodily into the bowl of a normal sized toilet so his "students" can piss and shit on him while threatening to flush him down the drain if he doesn't "eat his homework". Then right when his goblinesque cheeks are as chipmunk full of nigger shit as they can handle, Trevarious flushes the toilet anyway. He sputters feces, but can't even scream as he goes round and round the bowl, clinging to the floatiest turd like a broken mast, then, finally, down the drain.
>FIN

To be honest his head even looks slightly oversized for his frame in this edit. Just goes to show how grotesque a midge is, practically a human head with a pair of legs scuttling about beneath it.

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midge

I wonder if midgets can really see things smaller than normal people

Life's Too Short is fucking based

What I find most funny about this one is almost how casual it becomes after his eyes are ruined. Once the eyes are crushed it reads like Warwick stops screaming, sits back relaxed with zero reaction to them being plucked out and is then like 'ooooh, that smells very yummy, can I have some?' to the guy that has kidnapped, starved, and blinded him.

I have vivid, wonderful dreams about Warwick Davis. They start with me meeting him at a press conference, and when he extends his tiny, misshapen hand for me to shake, I grab his hair and lift him off the ground. While he wildly flails his arms and legs, trying to hit me, I laugh at his impotent threats. The tears running down his face from the pain, humiliation, and frustration make me feel warm and comfortable. His voice, sounding like a real person who has inhaled helium, changes pitch, going higher and lower as i swing him from side to side. The entire crowd his publicist paid to gather laughs uncontrollably at this squirming, miniature creature as I completely dominate his entire existence with minimal effort. The whole affair only ends when I slam his useless body on the ground, and stomp on his oversized, ridiculous looking pumpkin head. Shortly thereafter, police, armed with tasers, aim and fire them angrily- at his twitching corpse. They yell "CLEAR!" as they send voltage through his lifeless, distorted carcass. When the police, the crowd, and I eventually wipe away the tears from laughing, and compose ourselves, we pose for pictures together with the little gremlin's remains, like a fish we caught that is to small to covet, but we enjoy the experience anyway. Everyone leaves with a song in their heart and pictures of themselves with this useless, creepy little thing.

I want to make a human centipede out of midges

Any /fit/ bros here ? Anyway ever since I started lifting 5 years ago I’ve started to have these ........ thoughts it began with the whole Manlet thing. Which resulted in me Having a genuine disgust for small (men) and wonder how they could stomach living such a life while a suicide would be easy as fuck to accomplish.
Just climb or perhaps waddle like a penguin would be more appropriate to the closet playground and ask one of the kids to help lift u up on whatever structure is present and just jump. 1,5 meters should be enough to kill u prob won’t even need to land on ur head.
Anyways a while ago I had the unfortunate luck to end up on the same plane as a legit midget not a manlet but a fucking dwarf. my little sister who I was traveling with at the time recognized the fucked from Harry Potter. And all I could think about was oh how lovely it would be to frontraise that fucker with a straight left arm and repetedly punch his oversized melon head while he’s desperately moving his pencil hands trying to stop me with all his might, fucker would probably scratch my forearm but after a few punches that would stop. And I could take my time to get my straps ready. I would gently place him on the ground and crab a hold of his legs and arms and put my straps on. Then I would step on his back which would surely result in him waking up from the beating I previously gave him and scream because I weigh around 240 Ibs and my weight alone on his back might break it. Then I deadlift that fucker straight up hopefully tearing his limbs off. then I would walk over to his family limbs still attached via the straps and give them a nice red shower.

you just made it much more funny to me
thanks user

is midge the funniest word of all time in any language?
midge.
midge.
miiiiiiidge

Are you Fudge Dragon on youtube?

never heard of the fellow
sorry bro