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In this thread we discuss Warwick Davis's return to the silver screen
Yeah I'm thinking he's back
Jose Johnson
Samuel Lewis
>streaming on (((wogsey plus)))
>silver screen
Gabriel Walker
Well duh movie theaters are dead streaming is where it's at now
Robert Mitchell
midge
Easton Brooks
Nah I’m thinking that’s absolute dogshit, my man.
Benjamin Smith
You can't do Willow without Madmartigan. You especially can't do Willow with identity politics driven characters like the two dykes they've inserted into the show. It's going to be a shitfest.
Oliver Gray
Waste that fuckin midge
Owen Peterson
If there is a single black person or mutt in this, I WILL NOT watch it.
Samuel Hall
Imagine just slamming Warwick Davis as hard as you can. Just going full speed, grabbing him with both arms, lifting him clear over your head, and just slamming him down into the concrete with every fiber of muscle in your body. The noise of his destruction would be akin to a gunshot, but rather than the crack of a supersonic bullet, it is the collective cracking of every bone in his tiny body. He could just be waddling his little midge waddle and suddenly find himself lifting into the air, and the next time he blinks he is launching towards the sidewalk at literally breakneck speed. Every little midge bone in his little midge body would be broken, if not outright shattered. Compound fractures would tear through both his skin and pierce his internal organs. Blood and cranial fluids would leak from the multiple open fractures across his skull. His lower teeth would be driven into his unhinged jaw. And as the life fades away from him and his vision would turn black, he's look up at you and beg with his eyes "Why?" Yet your casual stride away from him would give him the only answer he is worthy of: "Why not?" You see, Warwick's entire midge life is utterly beneath the notice of actual humans, and snuffing his pathetic life out was an action done so casually and so carelessly it was far beyond your notice. It was a thoughtless impulse, one already forgotten. The one and only reason nobody had ended his pitiful midge life earlier was because nobody else could be bothered. He wasn't even worth the time to put any conscious thought into killing. With that realization, Warwick Davis releases his bowels (a runny midge poop, as midges lack the intestinal length to properly process food) and dies. Nobody bothers burying him.
Cooper Cox
nobody gives a fuck about that stupid peck
Jaxon Anderson
Looks like we have pajeets, nigs, and mystery meat
John Howard
Based
Grayson Cruz
Little known fact: Warwick's name was specially chosen by his parents because it is very difficult to trick him into saying it backwards, thereby banishing him to his home dimension.
Leo Nguyen
He's such an "I'm acting" actor
Cooper Clark
>series instead of a movie sequel
>literally just called "willow" to insert itself into searches for the movie
>bunch of mystery meat diversity hires, including that freckled goblin that ruins everything she's in
guaranteed trash
John Peterson
It's a little hard to imagine what the plot would be. Or at least, it's hard to imagine it will be as impactful as the hero's journey that the underdog protagonist had in the first movie. A straight-up fight between competent characters is a bit of a dull premise.
Jacob Thomas
Looks like midge is back on the menu, boys.
Benjamin Clark
Why isn't there more hype for the Midge? Are people finally tired of reboot after reboot?
Jose Cruz
I, for one, would like to stick my thumbs into Warick Davis's eye sockets. I want to feel his ocular organs squish into a bloody, viscous pulp beneath the soft, yielding flesh of my fingertips. I want to hear his screams of absolute terror and pain as he realizes he'll never see again.
Then, I would remove my thumbs from his eyesockets, giving him a brief respite as I grabbed a pair of barbeque tongs and a dull butterknife. with the tongs I would pluck out his ruined eyeballs and sever the optic nerves with the butter knife. at this point I would already have a hot plate going with a buttered pan ready to crudely sautee Warwick's juicy macula. As they sizzled in the pan, he would smell them, and after having been starved for days on end, he might even have the nerve to comment about how good whatever I was cooking smelled - not being able to see what it was, of course.
"Here, try some." I would offer, giving him a heaping spoonful of the fried, well-seasoned sight-flesh. He would gobble it down eagerly, begging for more like the deformed goblin he was, still not aware of what he was eating. I would feed him the rest, and only after he had eaten it all would I tell him what it truly was.
As he screamed in horror and retched, I would put my thumbs into his empty eyesockets for the last time. I would drive them deep, deep into his empty ocular cavities, until I broke through the fragile bone and began to push my fingers into his brain. Slowly, his musical shrieking of pain and terror would abate as his brain becomes too damaged to operate his vocal cords, let alone comprehend what is happening to him.
At this point, I place my massive, throbbing erection in front of his vegetative face and begin to powerfuck his eye sockets. In and out, in and out, over and over, until his brains are nothing more than a mess of dead cells and tangled dendrites. As I climaxed, I would push myself balls deep into his skull, seed mixing with ruined neurons in a perverse cocktail.
Luke Baker
I liked it when the Game of Thrones midge shat on the Snow White movie and put 7 midges out of work and he temporarily became our most hated midge, and made Warwick /ourmidge/ by comparison. Almost sad it didn't stick.
William Jackson
Pass. I will only skim the episodes to see the cute tomboy princess so I can better emulate her personalities in my NovelAI rape stories.
Samuel Price