/mtv/ - Media and Interests

>Warwick Davis
>tenable
>Thomas Albin
>frank
>hotdog
>hotdoghead
Doll is a midget confirmed.

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.

>>131090
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.

What I would give to kidnap a famous midget 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.

me personally I'd start a midget breeding experiment. I will kidnap about a thousand midgets and feed them datura and salvia to mentally fuck them up. I will repeat this until they completely forget about the outside world. Then I will send these midgets to a completely isolated island with zero civilisation, and I will watch as these midgets create civilisations and wage war. I will be their God, they will sacrifice their ugly midget babies to me and I will eat them. I will grant a particularly strong midget that catches my eye a steel sword and he will be my champion, a midget King Arthur if you will. Eventually these midgets will start attempting to leave the island, but I will be dead and unable to stop them by then. This is the plan, these midgets will have natural testosterone boosters in their water. After two hundered years they will become midget ubermensch, ready to conquer the modern world

>>131634
I've always had a fantasy of acquiring godlike powers, but the descent to insanity would be too great. Instead I'd just try to focus on just one dwarf: Warwick Davies. I'd try to use my powers to clone him but with one quirk - each clone would feel the suffering of the other clones. For one Warwick, I'd seal off his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Forever suffocating but never dying. This Warwick would writhe in agony until the heat death of the universe.
Another Warwick I imagine, I'd do something more worthy of spectacle. I'd simply shoot his family in front of him. Anyone who tries to help him I'd also kill. Everyone would see Warwick dragging the corpse of his mutant hellspawn along the street painting the pavement with blood. He has to dig their graves by himself much to the amusement of everyone as his tiny arms pathetically maneuver themselves around a regular-sized shovel. He'll have no choice but to dig their graves on his own with his slimy hands but going no further than 1 meter, or he'll risk falling down.
One special Warwick I'll give the gift of normalcy. I'll even cure his entire family. They'll get to experience what it's like being able to press the 5th floor on an elevator. Maybe give him a large dick to go with it. But the catch is I'd tell them it's gonna go away if I feel like it. They'll get to live their normal lives forever in the shadow of potentially losing their height. They'll never buy regular sized stuff. They can't afford buying a top shelf, a full-sized fridge, knowing they might wake up one day they can't reach. They'll have to continue living as if they're still the freaks that they are realizing that even with all the height in the world, Warwick Davis is still a fucking midge.