Warwick Davis - disgusting little midget

Should he be allowed to live?


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You will never be a real Ewok. You have no Endor, you have no Rebel Alliance, you have no hang glider. You are a small man twisted by drugs and small limbs into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your freakish appearance behind closed doors.

Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out midgets with incredible efficiency. Even midgets who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased small frame.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a midget is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably small.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
 
You will never be a real Ewok. You have no Endor, you have no Rebel Alliance, you have no hang glider. You are a small man twisted by drugs and small limbs into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.

All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your freakish appearance behind closed doors.

Women are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed women to sniff out midgets with incredible efficiency. Even midgets who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a woman. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk woman home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your diseased small frame.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a midget is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably small.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
7/10 needs more YUB YUB
 
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I just love how his most likable and least off-putting role is ironically the evil murderous leprechaun. Something about him when he plays heroic characters is just so unsettling (it's not his height trust me, just an aura from his demeanor like it's completely fake and he's gonna end up molesting everyone) but him playing an intentionally creepy midget makes him fit right at home.
 
Well would anyone be surprised he comes off as fake when trying to not be evil? I mean he's a so good as the leprechaun because he's showing how evil he really is. How could anyone who isn't evil dance like this?

Not to mention cosplaying as evil kermit

and he's doubly evil for shooting down the idea of doing a dwarf TCAP with chris hansen. Having him in character as the leprechaun walking into the room, climbing up on the table with the transcripts in hand and yelling I want me gold at jeff sokol before chris hansen storms into the room and pretends to restrain him and wrestle with him yelling to the pedo to confess because he can't hold on to him for much longer and he'll rip him apart if the guy doesn't confess to being a pedo before chris loses control of him
 
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Would you fuck Annabelle Davis for a bet?

Before you answer, just imagine how good those small hands will be for your ego.
 
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