imagine your dad being a rich midget and not at least fricking a tall b***h and rise your chances of you not being a freak
instead he choses another midget to doom you into midget existence
or they could at least adopt or some shit >thanks dad
Its even worse because he and his wife have different kinds of dwarfism, so his kids basically inherited two separate disorders. At least if his wife was the same type of midget, the kids would only inherit that kind. Its literal dysgenics.
It's even worse than that, they had a bunch of miscarriages because their vile genetics have an incredibly high chance of failure. If the baby gets both types, they just die in the womb.
>fricking a tall b***h
🙂 I'm 5'9" and my fetish is women 6 feet up. I want my son to at least play point guard and if I have a daughter I'll just throw her in the river like a chinese
>Davis responded angrily, not just to the user. He blamed Twitter for not clamping down on abusive behavior. “Even after reporting twice, and explaining how offensive the word ‘midget’ is to many short statured individuals, they continue to allow the Tweet below to remain on the users timeline,” he wrote.
kek he will seethe over anything written online about him
I know from stuff Al Murray has said that comedians use all sorts of pilpul and pretentiousness. Gervais probably said >No you are not mocking midgets you are mocking people who are bigoted against midgets by playing to their stereotyped views
Now dont get me wrong, I fricking hate these “people”. I want them in shallow, shallow graves. I want to beat the living shit out of these freaks ESPECIALLY Warwicks son. Good fricking god. What a disturbance. I hate him so fricking much you really dont understand. He deserves high voltage electric shocks until he stops working. The daughter isnt any better...someone burn her alive, the little witch. Yuck yuck yuck. I’d say his wife is a man but that would imply these things are human and not some growth that spawned on the side of a swamp. and Warwick, well, Id just give him a simple beating. A full on crackdown. Turn his head in cottage cheese. Theyll be finding teeth 5 blocks down when Im finished. Rotten scum.
imagine seeing this scene while you're out and about. seeing just a single little person is a rare once in a lifetime opportunity, I'd lose my shit if I saw an entire group of them
In the immediate aftermath of the great end war the midges will flee underground to avoid the cannibals. They will turn pale and muscular to survive and grow long beards to help with the cold.
When the cannibal tribes have all eaten each other, there will be only a few million people left on the surface. They will form a society similar to medieval Europe. A curious girl will then discover Warwick's descendants living in an abandoned mine.
Knowing the type of underage homosexuals who frequent this site I'm sure he has to see the copypasta every time he makes a tweet or sees an article about himself.
I had nothing against Warwick Davis. No ill will whatsoever. Until he agreed to make Willow 2. Now, I would c**t punt that little troll off a step ladder and listen to the air whistle as he fell to his doom.
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.
>tied to a chair, dosed with acid >watching the wizard of oz >HAHAHA OMG, LOOK AT THE FRICKING MIDGETS! >WHY ARENT YOU LAUGHING AT THEM WARWICK?!? >Start pulling off his fingernails >LAUGH AT THE FRICKING MIDGETS! >lose my cool and blow my load too early >punch him really hard for not laughing >midgeneckgocrack.jpg >lay naked in tub with midge corpse crying
I just looked this shit up, these things are actually considered humans guys! I thought they were like monkeys, you know, look kind of similar but it's a totally different thing. Thought some dumb leftist org was teaching them to speak and putting clothes on them.
Personally, I would swallow Warwick Davis. Nothing would be more humiliating for him than to live out his final days imprisoned in the anatomical labyrinth of a normal sized human. Every inch of my intestines would be a mile of torment for Warwick, every little step of his a reminder of his puny insignificance. In order to sufficiently break his will, I’d ensure that his death came slow. I would encase him in the wax of a melted birthday candle to protect his skin and pose him like a gingerbread man just for fun. Inside his wax cocoon I’d leave him a light source, an LED bulb attached to a watch battery.
He spends the first few hours of his fatal journey tumbling helplessly like a pebble in a tidal wave of bile. Eventually the wax cracks at his joints, letting the foul goblin freely traverse my intestinal dungeon. Warwick quickly grows tired after walking several feet without his trusty child-sized Segway and starts to crawl like the ant he is. His infantile stride is assisted by the corrosive flow of my digestive system but gradually, Warwick’s candy-colored armor degrades. The exposed tissue of the vile homunculus starts melting, limiting his movement even further (as if that’s even possible).
Engulfed in agony, his LED bulb depleted, the midge finally collapses. The world around him is now a pitch black void, a meaningless pocket of space inside my body but for Warwick, his tomb. Suddenly, a glimmer of light emerges. Warwick fixes his beady, partially corroded eyes on it. The light grows brighter until suddenly he begins moving toward it, as if carried by angels to the gates of heaven. But alas, there is no heaven for the odious midge. I reach with toilet paper in hand, wipe and feel an odd sensation like popping a zit. Upon the paper I find the smeared visage of Warwick Davis’ upper half, his face a squished skin mask streaked in browns and reds. I relish in this moment realizing that he has become what he and the world always knew he was. Shit.
My favorite one of these is the cat in the barrel. There's just something about the bizarre surreal parallel dimension these scenarios take place in that is so fricking funny
Fresh pasta. It's sad that the new ones that are great barely get any (You)s. Frick the homosexual ass newbies who keep posing the 'HURR WHY DO Y'ALL HECKIN HATE WARWICK' question unironically.
I would gather a group of about 15-20 British schoolboys and just kick footballs full force at this whole midget family as they walk through the park. Just surround them and boot the balls as hard as possible right at their tiny bodies. Imagine them cowering in terror as they get continually blasted off their feet by the impacts, like they're under attack from artillery. They can't run, they can't take cover, they can't do anything at all. It would be hilarious.
I know there used to be a tripgay who bragged about how tall he was (around 7'9" or something) while his wife was a 4'4" midge.
He apparently got banned here after replying to dicky threads.
>He apparently got banned here after replying to dicky threads.
Most of the normal sized people who would frick a midge are probably pedos. This is one factor anons haven't considered when asking why they don't just marry normal sized people so they don't have midge children.
I would be terrified of Great Danes too if I were a midget, imagine a Great Dane so big that it towers over you when it's on all fours, that sounds horrifying.
I love the word midget, I'd KILL to be called a midget, but I'm 5'11 (A TALL 5'11 AN ECTOMORPHIC 5'11 I HAVE A TALL TALL FOREHEAD AND TALL VERTICAL SHOULDERS GO FRICK YOURSELF I'M NOT A M*DGET)
in high school there was a midget girl who had a crush on me; I'm not really sure why because back then I was chubby and had bad acne. She was kind of ugly but looking back I should have gone for it. She ended up dying in a car accident a couple years after high school.
It must be so frustrating following him around. Imagine having to walk at a snail’s pace like you’re following a Skyrim npc because your stride is longer than your client is tall.
While visiting another country for a week, I came across a device. The natives had assembled a dastardly fly trap out of a plastic bag and bait. Bloated with insects and the stench of rot, the bag dangled from a tree branch. Near the bottom, there was nothing more than black sludge, but as one's eye followed up, there were more defined fly corpses, a layer of squirming maggots, and finally, a layer of buzzing, live flies. As I pondered the life cycle of this trap, I began to smile, picturing Warwick Davis as a maggot in this hellish ecosystem. First, I'd need to get a trash bag and bait it with a little morsel of cheese to tempt him in. Maybe set up a ladder so he could reach it. Like all the flies drawn by sugar water, he'd fall in the sack and be unable to escape the one-way opening. Then, I'd wait. Naturally, the little sliver of a man would struggle at first, but the durability of my trash bag would thwart the punches from his drumstick-sized arms. After a few days, his feces and sweat from being left in the trap would draw in even more flies, and the real fun would begin. Left to starve, he would begin eating the buzzing swarm around him, which in turn, would be feasting on his shit and the corpses of previous generations of flies. Eventually, there would be too much even for his greedy little jaws, and he'd begin to sink in a layer of liquid filth. The layer of maggots sustained on that would probably start burrowing into his skin, while the buzzing storm of flies would torment him. Any screams from him would be quieted by a stray fly going down his gullet and choking him. Eventually, the midget would start to blend in with his surroundings, his skin stained black from the thousands of bodies, his flesh rotting away and his stocky but tiny chest becoming a home for more flies attracted to the pestilence in the bag. By eating from the pile of goop building up to his neck, he showed himself as the little maggot he is, writhing in and sustained by death.
True story: once I was looking for something in the storage shed and heard a high-pitched cry of "help me", exactly like in that movie The Fly (the original, not the Cronenberg version).
Utterly confused I looked around until I discovered Warwick Davis stuck in a spiderweb. He pleaded with me for assistance and promised me treasures in exchange.
Now I've had bad experiences with genies before, so I was naturally wary of such promises.
"Half up front or no deal," I told him, and he gave me the coordinates to a stash of israeliteels and gold. I agreed to release him from his predicament as soon as I ascertained the treasure was in fact there. He cried out that if I left him, the spider would surely eat him before I returned. Realizing the truth of his words, I removed Mr. Davis from the web and placed him inside an empty wine bottle for safekeeping.
I recovered the treasure and demanded the other half. He obliged me, seeing as the spider was gone. I obtained the second half of the treasure also, but was met with a dilemma. Here I had Warwick Davis in a wine bottle, helpless. Yet I had promised to release him! What to do?
I asked Mr. Davis if he was thirsty. He replied that he was. I peed into the bottle, filling it up third of the way. His feet no longer touched the bottom, but he floated well enough I suppose.
I wrote my story on a piece of paper, and after I am done will roll the paper up, stuff it into the bottle and cast the bottle into a river. Mr. Davis will be free to sail wherever fate will take him, and whomsoever finds my note shall know the truth of the matter and that any promises of treasures Mr. Davis offers are lies, for all his treasures are mine now and no longer his to give.
Do with him as you will.
imagine your dad being a rich midget and not at least fricking a tall b***h and rise your chances of you not being a freak
instead he choses another midget to doom you into midget existence
or they could at least adopt or some shit
>thanks dad
Didn't that one famous midget family end up having all normal sized kids and just one midget son? I feel worse for someone like him
He was also kind of a moron.
They (don't) grow up so fast.
This lol homie is recessive-maxing, holy shit hahaha
ROFL
Isn't it crazy that 2 midgets can make 2 pretty attractive normal sized women? Normal sized son is a handsome guy too
The midget son married a normal sized woman and they have two midget kids now
would you nut in those top two in florida knowing that there is a 50% chance they make a hobgoblin
Its even worse because he and his wife have different kinds of dwarfism, so his kids basically inherited two separate disorders. At least if his wife was the same type of midget, the kids would only inherit that kind. Its literal dysgenics.
It's even worse than that, they had a bunch of miscarriages because their vile genetics have an incredibly high chance of failure. If the baby gets both types, they just die in the womb.
Actual scum.
>fricking a tall b***h
>married a normal sized woman
This would only be an advantage if you want to be picked up and used as a living dildo.
>fricking a tall b***h
🙂 I'm 5'9" and my fetish is women 6 feet up. I want my son to at least play point guard and if I have a daughter I'll just throw her in the river like a chinese
At 5'9" you can still do normal sex with 6'0"+. My point was if Warwick tried this he would just be a sex toy.
That should legally absolve that disgusting toad freak of human rights and dignity
Damn the daughter is kinda cute. Would love to pound her midgetussy with my 5 and a half inch thick wiener
Why is he never photographed with his normal-sized human daughter?
whos the tall b***h
the daughter they don't like to talk about
holy SHIT that's the tallest girl I've ever seen
He comforts the goblin daughter because she is being mogged without pity.
would you want to be photographed with your midget family
I don’t believe he has one, that’s just a family friend or some shit
I wouldn't mind giving his midge daughter the ol' pump and dump though
i would do unspeakable things to that midge
If you stacked them all up in a trenchcoat they could almost pass as a normal person.
would BOND BURGER the daughter and son just for sport
I bet you he's got several full midget families, if you know what I mean.
Do you think his giant monster hands ever make it hard for him to get laid?
>Davis responded angrily, not just to the user. He blamed Twitter for not clamping down on abusive behavior. “Even after reporting twice, and explaining how offensive the word ‘midget’ is to many short statured individuals, they continue to allow the Tweet below to remain on the users timeline,” he wrote.
kek he will seethe over anything written online about him
Tell him I said he's a fat gay with a stupid face
Big words for someone so small
midge
good post
Frick him. He's made fun of the word Midget himself, hell he made fun of being a midget in general on that show Life's too Short.
I know from stuff Al Murray has said that comedians use all sorts of pilpul and pretentiousness. Gervais probably said
>No you are not mocking midgets you are mocking people who are bigoted against midgets by playing to their stereotyped views
If i was a rich midget i'd get a huge dog and ride it around and sick it on anyone who talked shit to me
frick that would be so cool
if you paint face green you can pretend it is a dire wolf from world of warcraft or a warg from the two towers
LOKTAR OGAR
frick yea
You can also pretend that without painting.
If i was rich i would capture a midget and train a huge dog to rape him on comand
yjk
Should get a pig and put armor and paint blue runes on it instead - a nice battle boar to ride down your foes.
I wanna dress up a guinea pig in battle armor and give Warwick a toothpick to see if he can defeat it
I just wish
what do they eat?
They spend more time worrying what'll eat them
small fries
More importantly, what is their tax policy?
Toadstools.
kek
Peti fours
raw fish while they think about The One Ring
Atoms for brrakfast
Being a midget must be pretty comfy. I mean, they knowingly had kids.
Even to a female midget, he’s still a manlet
There's different kind midgets. One's with big heads and short limbs and ones with normal sized heads and proportionally sized limbs.
>midge dad isn't even the tallest midge in the midge family
No wonder he looks uncomfortable.
imagine a pack of pitbulls just tearing them apart effortlessly.
A pack seems like overkill, one would be enough
1 Chihuahua.
That mouse looks so weird
I know right? All 5 of them are disgusting
I don't know bros, the daughter is kinda cute.
Now dont get me wrong, I fricking hate these “people”. I want them in shallow, shallow graves. I want to beat the living shit out of these freaks ESPECIALLY Warwicks son. Good fricking god. What a disturbance. I hate him so fricking much you really dont understand. He deserves high voltage electric shocks until he stops working. The daughter isnt any better...someone burn her alive, the little witch. Yuck yuck yuck. I’d say his wife is a man but that would imply these things are human and not some growth that spawned on the side of a swamp. and Warwick, well, Id just give him a simple beating. A full on crackdown. Turn his head in cottage cheese. Theyll be finding teeth 5 blocks down when Im finished. Rotten scum.
imagine seeing this scene while you're out and about. seeing just a single little person is a rare once in a lifetime opportunity, I'd lose my shit if I saw an entire group of them
Seeing a midget is a rare once in a lifetime opportunity?
No but seeing a whole family of them is
Would absolutely frick the daughter. Imagine how huge my wiener would be in her little hands and dicky
2'11" vs 3'
Kek
Underrated
hope his kids also breed with other midgets and so one and create a midge subspecies so we can have oompa loompas in real life
In the immediate aftermath of the great end war the midges will flee underground to avoid the cannibals. They will turn pale and muscular to survive and grow long beards to help with the cold.
When the cannibal tribes have all eaten each other, there will be only a few million people left on the surface. They will form a society similar to medieval Europe. A curious girl will then discover Warwick's descendants living in an abandoned mine.
yeah because hes a midget
So because I'm not a midgy freak I can't make fun of them? Eat a dick homosexual.
He's a social climber. He'll let Ricky Gervais make fun of him, but not "common people" like you.
>and had a small role in the “Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace.”
>a small role
There's a name for that.
Knowing the type of underage homosexuals who frequent this site I'm sure he has to see the copypasta every time he makes a tweet or sees an article about himself.
well what sort of hypocrisy is this in twitter? who fricking tweeted that, a rabbi?
I WROTE THE MIDGET TWEET
Good one
Since when is midget a slur ? How are you supposed to call the midges now ?
Gnomes.
Karl was way ahead of you:
Soon to expire
Parvosapien?
Little Person, Dwarf, or how about just....Friend?
Super Manlet
i always thought dwarf was considered outdated since its like a mythical creature
person of size
Person of "little" value
kek
I think they prefer Wormling American.
vertically challenged
>more peewee
>bittiest
>more pocket sized
>most button
>most pint-sized
>pygmier
..you get the idea
Man sure has a short fuse. Sure he was dealt a low blow but can't he pretend to be the bigger man here and ignore the tweet?
I think he's looking for a little settlement. Probably short on cash these days.
He's so talented.
I didn't know he could play the guitar, impressive
Everyone on Cinemaphile shits on an Idiot Abroad S3 but I really liked how Karl torments Warwick, he makes him cry repeatedly and it's just great
>Gaslights him into climbing a bunch of chink stairs
kino
how do you do group streaming id like to see a Cinemaphile midge torture stream of the whole thing
Midge over troubled waters.
my lungs are collapsing
lost, damn. too good.
gonna blind myself because i'll never see any keks heartier than this
That's him holding onto dear life between two quantum strings to stop him from falling into another universe
?t=25
I had nothing against Warwick Davis. No ill will whatsoever. Until he agreed to make Willow 2. Now, I would c**t punt that little troll off a step ladder and listen to the air whistle as he fell to his doom.
>Willow 2
meme?
how can they do a willow 2 when willow is 75 and mad martigan is 75 haha
No anon it's real.
oh lord....if I see this MIDGE in the catalog one more time....
Fricking hell kek
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.
>What the FRICK did you just say about me, you giant b***h?
me in the back contemplating if I want to drink my coffee or throw it at this gremlin
Drink it then trap him in the empty cup and ask for a refill
That's a good idea what should this new drink be named?
Can't argue with those trips.
How would YOU spend your perfect day, midgebros?
Piss bottle with Warwick's family inside and breaking a toothpick so only 2 of them could hold on to it
Crockpot, deep fryer, pressure cooker
lock them in a portapotty toilet after a day at a foodcart carnival
oiled up bathtub, belt sander, some whiskey.
I would force Warwick to fight a 12 year old. His whole family would have to watch him squealing like a pig as some kid beats his brakes off.
>tied to a chair, dosed with acid
>watching the wizard of oz
>HAHAHA OMG, LOOK AT THE FRICKING MIDGETS!
>WHY ARENT YOU LAUGHING AT THEM WARWICK?!?
>Start pulling off his fingernails
>LAUGH AT THE FRICKING MIDGETS!
>lose my cool and blow my load too early
>punch him really hard for not laughing
>midgeneckgocrack.jpg
>lay naked in tub with midge corpse crying
A classic
>short statured individuals
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Oh, they finally axed the word Dwarf? Well that lasted all of 5 years.
I can't imagine having the ego to look like that, try to be famous, and get upset at anyone who fricking notices.
You've wandered into the wrong forest lumberfoot. Prepare yourself for battle.
Jokes on him we are standing near an anthill that I can flick him in
This little fella actually hosts a game show called Tenable in bongland. I randomly came across it one day.
big deal
Imagine the satisfying thunk of your aluminum baseball bat as it clangs off his face, knocking all his stupid fricking front horse teeth out.
I just looked this shit up, these things are actually considered humans guys! I thought they were like monkeys, you know, look kind of similar but it's a totally different thing. Thought some dumb leftist org was teaching them to speak and putting clothes on them.
Fake news
kek
>looks like Clint Howard after a rampage with a board stretcher on his body
>remember Danny DeVito did a version in It's Always Sunny
...fricking kek
Personally, I would swallow Warwick Davis. Nothing would be more humiliating for him than to live out his final days imprisoned in the anatomical labyrinth of a normal sized human. Every inch of my intestines would be a mile of torment for Warwick, every little step of his a reminder of his puny insignificance. In order to sufficiently break his will, I’d ensure that his death came slow. I would encase him in the wax of a melted birthday candle to protect his skin and pose him like a gingerbread man just for fun. Inside his wax cocoon I’d leave him a light source, an LED bulb attached to a watch battery.
He spends the first few hours of his fatal journey tumbling helplessly like a pebble in a tidal wave of bile. Eventually the wax cracks at his joints, letting the foul goblin freely traverse my intestinal dungeon. Warwick quickly grows tired after walking several feet without his trusty child-sized Segway and starts to crawl like the ant he is. His infantile stride is assisted by the corrosive flow of my digestive system but gradually, Warwick’s candy-colored armor degrades. The exposed tissue of the vile homunculus starts melting, limiting his movement even further (as if that’s even possible).
Engulfed in agony, his LED bulb depleted, the midge finally collapses. The world around him is now a pitch black void, a meaningless pocket of space inside my body but for Warwick, his tomb. Suddenly, a glimmer of light emerges. Warwick fixes his beady, partially corroded eyes on it. The light grows brighter until suddenly he begins moving toward it, as if carried by angels to the gates of heaven. But alas, there is no heaven for the odious midge. I reach with toilet paper in hand, wipe and feel an odd sensation like popping a zit. Upon the paper I find the smeared visage of Warwick Davis’ upper half, his face a squished skin mask streaked in browns and reds. I relish in this moment realizing that he has become what he and the world always knew he was. Shit.
My favorite one of these is the cat in the barrel. There's just something about the bizarre surreal parallel dimension these scenarios take place in that is so fricking funny
Fresh pasta. It's sad that the new ones that are great barely get any (You)s. Frick the homosexual ass newbies who keep posing the 'HURR WHY DO Y'ALL HECKIN HATE WARWICK' question unironically.
>I've never seen a homeless midget
I would gather a group of about 15-20 British schoolboys and just kick footballs full force at this whole midget family as they walk through the park. Just surround them and boot the balls as hard as possible right at their tiny bodies. Imagine them cowering in terror as they get continually blasted off their feet by the impacts, like they're under attack from artillery. They can't run, they can't take cover, they can't do anything at all. It would be hilarious.
?t=11
Is his daughter a tard?
Imagine making a nugget out of her
a wee-tard
lol nice
I think she's a tard. Either that or she has some hearing disorder to go along with being a midget.
>Comments are turned off.
either way, I would
>she's now an actor on a BBC show
frick this country, pure neptoism, give the random poor midges out there a chance Warwick you fricking homosexual
He's an extremely-necessary-ladder kicker
Why are you guys so mean to him anyways? Because he's a midget? How is that his fault.
>you just know
me on the left
>he's actually doing it
no fricking way lmao
His dick would be coming out of her mouth ffs.
plot twist; he's the anon that's been writing all of the annabelle davis focused midgeposts the past few years
I'd bet the midgeposters would all go balls deep in a midge given the opportunity.
top kek that dog has seen horrors
id paint her up as midna and ask she make the sounds she makes in game
I know there used to be a tripgay who bragged about how tall he was (around 7'9" or something) while his wife was a 4'4" midge.
He apparently got banned here after replying to dicky threads.
>He apparently got banned here after replying to dicky threads.
Most of the normal sized people who would frick a midge are probably pedos. This is one factor anons haven't considered when asking why they don't just marry normal sized people so they don't have midge children.
He ain't normal sized, though.
He's a giant standing nearly (or as he claims, maybe over) 8 feet tall.
Zoinks!
>using a stuffed toy Scooby
They’re probably terrified of real great danes.
I would be terrified of Great Danes too if I were a midget, imagine a Great Dane so big that it towers over you when it's on all fours, that sounds horrifying.
What’s the name of this Star Wars alien?
Fidge Kneewalker
How the frick did you guys miss this opertunity?
Brb gonna make a warwick pawn in dragon's dogma
What shall I do with him I wonder?
I wish someone would tweet this at him. He is going crazy for the word midget this would send him over the edge.
I love the word midget, I'd KILL to be called a midget, but I'm 5'11 (A TALL 5'11 AN ECTOMORPHIC 5'11 I HAVE A TALL TALL FOREHEAD AND TALL VERTICAL SHOULDERS GO FRICK YOURSELF I'M NOT A M*DGET)
Why are these always satanic.
Pictured: me dosing Warwick with unholy amounts of LSD then literally eating him alive
in high school there was a midget girl who had a crush on me; I'm not really sure why because back then I was chubby and had bad acne. She was kind of ugly but looking back I should have gone for it. She ended up dying in a car accident a couple years after high school.
>dying in a car accident
Why did you do it anon?
she was making a move, I had to get it on
You knew she couldn't handle the speed of that matchbox car but you put her in it anyway
no, I meant HOW did you do it? Is your car lowered or have ground effects?
that sucks anon. I am sure there is someone else out there for you. Have you tried looking under bridges?
While no one can blame a midget for speaking up, it is not my fault his mother looked a gypsy in the eye while she was pregnant.
Warwick gets custom suits made at build-a-bear
This is even better with sound
myċġ
>It's another Warwick gets butthurt and demands special treatment from the internet episode
These are always good
>He gets a discounted rates for bodyguards because they have to protect a third of a normal human
That and he's already their agent.
It must be so frustrating following him around. Imagine having to walk at a snail’s pace like you’re following a Skyrim npc because your stride is longer than your client is tall.
Karl knows that feel.
he seems like a nasty little narcissist sometimes
midge
I am surprised he censored the name Warick seems like the cancel culture get them fired and exiled type.
nice digits
I think he knows tons of people would side with that guy and then he'd have even more people calling him midge.
that is one uppity midge
While visiting another country for a week, I came across a device. The natives had assembled a dastardly fly trap out of a plastic bag and bait. Bloated with insects and the stench of rot, the bag dangled from a tree branch. Near the bottom, there was nothing more than black sludge, but as one's eye followed up, there were more defined fly corpses, a layer of squirming maggots, and finally, a layer of buzzing, live flies. As I pondered the life cycle of this trap, I began to smile, picturing Warwick Davis as a maggot in this hellish ecosystem. First, I'd need to get a trash bag and bait it with a little morsel of cheese to tempt him in. Maybe set up a ladder so he could reach it. Like all the flies drawn by sugar water, he'd fall in the sack and be unable to escape the one-way opening. Then, I'd wait. Naturally, the little sliver of a man would struggle at first, but the durability of my trash bag would thwart the punches from his drumstick-sized arms. After a few days, his feces and sweat from being left in the trap would draw in even more flies, and the real fun would begin. Left to starve, he would begin eating the buzzing swarm around him, which in turn, would be feasting on his shit and the corpses of previous generations of flies. Eventually, there would be too much even for his greedy little jaws, and he'd begin to sink in a layer of liquid filth. The layer of maggots sustained on that would probably start burrowing into his skin, while the buzzing storm of flies would torment him. Any screams from him would be quieted by a stray fly going down his gullet and choking him. Eventually, the midget would start to blend in with his surroundings, his skin stained black from the thousands of bodies, his flesh rotting away and his stocky but tiny chest becoming a home for more flies attracted to the pestilence in the bag. By eating from the pile of goop building up to his neck, he showed himself as the little maggot he is, writhing in and sustained by death.
Kinda hot
True story: once I was looking for something in the storage shed and heard a high-pitched cry of "help me", exactly like in that movie The Fly (the original, not the Cronenberg version).
Utterly confused I looked around until I discovered Warwick Davis stuck in a spiderweb. He pleaded with me for assistance and promised me treasures in exchange.
Now I've had bad experiences with genies before, so I was naturally wary of such promises.
"Half up front or no deal," I told him, and he gave me the coordinates to a stash of israeliteels and gold. I agreed to release him from his predicament as soon as I ascertained the treasure was in fact there. He cried out that if I left him, the spider would surely eat him before I returned. Realizing the truth of his words, I removed Mr. Davis from the web and placed him inside an empty wine bottle for safekeeping.
I recovered the treasure and demanded the other half. He obliged me, seeing as the spider was gone. I obtained the second half of the treasure also, but was met with a dilemma. Here I had Warwick Davis in a wine bottle, helpless. Yet I had promised to release him! What to do?
I asked Mr. Davis if he was thirsty. He replied that he was. I peed into the bottle, filling it up third of the way. His feet no longer touched the bottom, but he floated well enough I suppose.
I wrote my story on a piece of paper, and after I am done will roll the paper up, stuff it into the bottle and cast the bottle into a river. Mr. Davis will be free to sail wherever fate will take him, and whomsoever finds my note shall know the truth of the matter and that any promises of treasures Mr. Davis offers are lies, for all his treasures are mine now and no longer his to give.
Do with him as you will.