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Anonymous A started this discussion 1 hour ago#135,513
What I would give to kidnap Warwick Davis 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 the 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.
Anonymous A (OP) double-posted this 1 hour ago, 13 minutes later[^][v]#1,439,969
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.
Anonymous A (OP) triple-posted this 1 hour ago, 1 minute later, 14 minutes after the original post[^][v]#1,439,970
I'd love to play a game of Fridge The Midge with Warwick Davis. What's Fridge The Midge, one might ask? It's simple: you put a midget in a refrigerator. You and the boys put him in the crisper drawer, shut the door, gather 'round, drink some cold ones, and laugh yourself lightheaded over hearing the pathetic little midget's futile attempts to escape. He's not strong enough to push the door open, he doesn't have the leverage or space to even get the crisper drawer open, the cold is slowing him down, he's running out of air, he knows it's almost over for him and starts screaming for help. Maybe you liven things up a little by shaking the refrigerator to spook him, or say "oh my God is somebody in there" and open the door to give him a glimmer of hope before slamming it shut and mocking him, it's up to you. I wouldn't recommend letting the midget die, that's when things get complicated. Though, I suppose it'll be easy to hide the body, considering... you know.