>specifically this one
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.