YOU'RE MINE SPIDERMAN

dane deehan really aged quite a bit

el goblino

THE DEATH TOLL RISES

MIDGE AM I?!

>Spiderman: Far From Tall

it's you who's out midge

midge the size of a tangerine

really want to watch him fall down some stairs

More like minuscule man amirite lmaooooo

kek

just imagining the scene made me laugh lol

STOP MAKING FUN OF WARWICK WE'RE GONNA LOSE ADVERTISERS

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NO WARWICK! PUT DOWN THE PROTONS!

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goblet

Kick toss or starve?

I want to put him in a wheelie bin. theyre incredibly bottom heavy so almost impossible to push over

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>BACK TO FORMULA?!

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>HELP, I'M BEING KIDNAPPED BY A BACTERIUM

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hit with car

Imagine flying him over the ocean and using the drone's camera to watch his little legs wiggling in fear.

STOP IT

>nice outfit! Did willy wonka make it for you?

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.

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 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.

I DO NOT FEAR YOU MR. TITAN
>snarkycomment.jpg

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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*

>You know, Peter, with great power comes great responsibility. Verne Troyer called it "Short Man's Burden." Myself, I just call it as I see it: the responsibility of the master to discipline the servant.
>the camera pans downward to look at him
>"The lanklets, the chads, the staceys, the Yea Forums...It's our responsibility to civilize them. And if we can't? Then they shall dangle from the bonsai tree. The Day of the Rope is near, Pete. We'll have every tall man in this country dead or in chains in 10 years, and may God have me locked up in a lunatic's basement this very night if I'm wrong. God bless the Lollipop Guild."

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thread theme

youtube.com/watch?v=LsAiCs66l40

Is this how the elves uplifted the dwarfs?

*flight of the bumblebee plays*

>and may God have me locked up in a lunatic's basement this very night if I'm wrong
kek

Midgeterio

Midgeneto

>The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns short men, cruel.

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i say KICK

This could make a dwarven army a fearsome sight on the battlefields of the Middle East.

Doctor Midge

>Child throws objects at a passing column of Jews heading to Camps (Germany, 1942)

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.

>A disgruntled ex stark employee that Stark once stepped on

I'd put him in one and put a brick on top. I know he wouldn't be able to reach the lid anyway but it's so satisfying to know that I have blocked his only way of escape. He would jump and jump until his little legs give way and he finally collapses in defeat. He'd sit there and ponder how he will escape next. He still has hope. But I have plans for Warwick. One morning I will open it a drop a cat inside. At first it startles Warwick and hisses. He leaps in surprise and sticks to his little corner in confusion. At first they keep their distance and think nothing of each other. But then after a few hours the cat begins to hunger. It has only one option for food and Warwick only now realizes his fate. I sit next to the bin on a reclining deck chair and sip a long island ice tea. I listen to the terrifying screams and the horrific yells of agony. I listen to the sounds of the blood thirsty feline, driven insane by the hunger for midge flesh. I can open to the lid anytime to watch but I never do. I don't need to. I am satisfied with the sounds of Warwick Davis' death. In that moment I am complete

Green Midge.

underrated post
fucking midge

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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.

This dude probably triggered by the word "uprising"

Big Figure.

Midgenighter

Stillborn

An amazing synthesis

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>you're not a martyr. you're a midget

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idk something like resurrection man because he managed to come back to life after being aborted

dang it I wish I could write one of these

Gnome On A Drone

gnome drone

ShortMan

you suck

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.

>they shall dangle from the bonsai tree
Fucking kek

HobbitGoblin

based

lmao

All good choices, but 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 believe 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.

this is too far.
we have advertisers to think about you psychopath

Tall As A Spider Man

Pillow case and slam him against a concrete wall.

5'11 man

Do you think if he was put in a trash bin, he could get out?

"Oi thought oi smelled cabbage!"

oh god my sides

i've reported you all. he doesnt deserve this type of treatment.

Manlet height. Speaking of which, 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 grab 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 before beating the children to death with their vile sire's limbs before sauntering back to the gremlin and kicking him in the head with my steel capped boots before he died from the blood loss.

Mighty Midget

Dr. Atom.

He conceived four children only for them to die screaming in agony. Four times he went through that.

Checked and keked

Dr. under 6ft

Man-Let.

Midgecopter

Fucking hell haven't laughed this hard in a while

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When I was in Burma I saw a midge the size of a tangerine.