ITT: Actors that should get an Honorary Academy Award

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I dream over Warwick Davis winning the Oscar for best actor. Dressed in his tiny little suit and beaming. He reaches the podium and is handed his statue... a large, very heavy statue. It would look silly for a real human to be holding this metal monstrosity, as well as finding it heavy and cumbersome, but to a gremlin like Davis? Tom and Jerry cartoons have looked less ridiculous than Davis accepting this award and dragging it across the stage as he tries to leave. He's panting, heaving, going red with embarrasment and shame. Then a handsome, well dressed stranger steps onto the stage. The audience of A list actors, powerful directors and producers, and Hollywood elite watch as the strong stronger rips the Oscar from Warwick's grubby hands. The midge objects but the stranger whacks the bastard over the head with it. Dazed, confused, but still conscious, Warwick moans still. He even tries to rush the stranger as he approaches an apparatus behind the red curtains with the statue in hand. Benedict Cumberpatch, having went to Harrow, just holds the midge down and buggers him. The audience laughs at this humiliating human-on-subhuman midge rape. They are in on the joke that is Warwick's life, career, and very existence. Then the stranger returns wearing... gold capped boots. Yes, the handsome stranger melted down the Oscar, the symbol of Warwick's success and talent, into the boot caps. The stranger just takes a few steps and catches him with the full force of his gold capped toe under the midge's chin, sending that faggot flying through the air. Coughing and wheezing and chocking on his own blood, his jaw a mangled mess of bones detached from the rest of his skull, Warwick looks up at the stranger as he laughs. His eyes are searching, begging him for mercy. He finds none. A boot is raised, it stomp down, and Warwick's skull is split like a melon, finally ending his pathetic life. The audience erupts into a thunderous applause over the REAL best performance of the year.

>1 poster
nice

I don't care. The urge to midgepost is too strong.

Why so much posting about WD? I think You must have a pretty big crush on him, with your non-stop posting. Every post counts as a love letter.

It would take his career to new heights.

Hey buddy, tell your mum i said nice work on her first BLACKED scene

Paint Warren gold and he'll be an Oscar.

I'd like to take Warwick on a helicopter ride with his son. We'd laugh and joke together. I'd tell Warwick about how much I've enjoyed spending time with him. I'd tell him he should be proud of his little boy and that both of them are incredible human beings. I tell him that this young lad has an inspiring future ahead of him. I'd thank him for a wonderful day. I'd then open then door, grab both of the gremlins, and dangle them over the cabin's edge. They'd cry, scream, and beg for mercy. Oh, music to my ears. I'd tell Warwick to tell his little boy that he loves him, for it's the last time he'll ever get to do so. Warwick begs to no avail. He eventually realises how steel my resolve is. 'Son... Harrison. I lo--' the little bastard croakes out before I let go of the mutant son. As he falls Warwick can only look on in horror as his little boy dangles and flails as he hurdles toward the earth at breakneck speed until he hits the rock hard ground and splats into pure goo. I look down at the pile of mush below us and smile. I take a deep breath of pure joy and then look straight into Warwick's teary eyes. Then I let go of the midge too.

I miss Warwickposting

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>hen the stranger returns wearing... gold capped boots. Yes, the handsome stranger melted down the Oscar
Everything from that point onwards was bad. Consider revising.

Fucking lol

Then revise it to your liking, faggot. The helicopter one above is a revision of the first one where the user just pushes the son out suddenly and then Warwick, with no dangling from the cabin and prolonged mental torture.

I want to kill him

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>splats into pure goo
lmao'd my ass off

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midge

Lol I wrote the original one but I like your edit good job user

Who is going to attack Warwick at the next Star Wars premiere

I do have a crush on him, I want to have sex with his deformed little body

Did really nobody ever tell them making kids was a horrible idea, especially after the first two abominations died?

I'd fuck him. That's right, I'd fuck him. I would rub my cock until I was rock hard, I'd hold that fucking creature against the cold bitumin and I'd shove myself so far up his malformed asshole my throbbing, cum-filled fuck organ would poke through this tiny faggot's twisted, disproportioned mouth. I'd fuck my cock right through him, and there's not a single fucking thing he could do about it. He sits in his little home with his little midge family, living off royalties from his freakshow displays in Hollywood. Because let's not fool ourselves, he doesn't "act", he's in movies because freakshows are frowned upon and everybody knows it, including him and his goblin family. His disgusting misshapen family, what a sickening thought. Can you believe those things can actually breed? I can't imagine those godforsaken creatures spawned from anything greater than a lab experiment gone wrong, an amalgamation of a human being and some kind of insect or sea plankton. I hate them. He'd never see any of them again, not once I was through with him. Even if he did, they would recognise him. After the first half hour his internal organs would be so mangled and distorted, his body wouldn't be able to support his abhorrent, inhuman frame. I fuck him relentlessly, his only breaths would be sucked in through the tiny gap my cock leaves as I retreat before the next thrust. After an hour he'd be so loose, the only friction my cock would receive from thrusting would be against the pulpy organ mince and pools of blood clogging every crevice of his demonic inner workings. I hate that fucking midge, and I'd fuck my hate right through him. I'd fuck him until my cum was the most distinguishable feature in the squishy pool of remains left when I was finished, then I'd fuck him some more. I'd promise that as long as there is air in my lungs and cum in my balls, I will not allow these demons to roam the Earth. I'd then leave to find his kin, and let the rain wash him down the drainpipe.

Made the edit cause another user suggested it torture Warwick more, but I liked the original. Simply how abrupt and sudden pushing the son out is.

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.

>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."

>I'd fuck him. That's right, I'd fuck him.
that one line just makes me giggle like a retard every time

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this goblin has had more sex than you, how funny is that

It's sad, since it only creates death or other little critters

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I don't care, cumbrain.

>cumbrain
The memes you idiots come up with now have been dogshit ever since you took on scientology

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I gotta admit he's cool dude

If everything I impregnated self aborted 90% of the time I would go wild too.

that just seems like a cruel existence, guess there is a 25% chance of your kid not being a dwarf , but those are slim chances

These are all horrible , but they are making me laugh like a madman

Are you such a newfag this is your first taste of warwickposting? Do yourself a favor, go the archive, type in Warwick, and do a bit of digging and you'll find dozens of pastas about torturing and murdering him. Come back here when you understand what references.