Why are you guys so obsessed with Warwick Davis yet Peter Dinklage gets a pass...

im no expert on this lore but i believe warwick davis was talking shit. then a grand beef ensued

Because he seems to have some kind of backbone and most people here don't

Even he hates the midge, kinda based

Didn't you see the detective show where Peter Dinklage plays a detective that goes after Warwick Davis, who is going around abducting his trolls and surgically turning them into midgets? It's fucking kino and I can't believe Any Forums doesn't talk about it more.

Dinklage even bangs a normal sized pregnant wife of his.

hating Warwick is a work
hating Dinklage is a shoot

>Because he seems to have some kind of backbone
found a pic

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Lol yet even as a midge he went out and did something with his life and here we are

At the end of the day, Warwick has been in some kino and seems to have some general optimism about the world even given his shitty hand dealt in life which is always fun to bring down a peg

Dinklage is just another bitter seething self loathing manlet, not even really a dwarf at this point, just a manlet.

he didnt need a leg up or anything, he stood tall and worked hard to rise above adversity and reach the pinnacle of success

Warwick started it, newfag.

Imagine being Warwick Davis and knowing Peter Dinklage exists.

Just compare them, the proportions of the taller fellow not straying too far from the realms of normal-looking, his facial features not noticeably differentiating from that of a grown man, just the right dose of rugged. His voice is that of a wise uncle, his acting skills allow him to reach heights no midge and few normal actors can (if given the proper material to work with, of course). Consider his beautiful normal sized wife who gave to him beautiful normal children, the legacy of wealth and respect he leaves to them. Essentially, Dinklage is a successful man trapped in the body of a the most chad dwarf ever.

Warwick, on the other hand, has pathetically stubby and laughable proportions more fitting for a tortoise or a koala than a human being. Even when sitting down with his lower body shrouded, no one could make the mistake of confusing Warwick with an actual man. Instead of building a normal family, he purposefully sought out a woman that carries his horrid affliction so he could force their mutual misfortune onto whatever progeny could survive, forcing souls out of the blissful void to bear the cross of a deformed midge existence. Only two of their midge children live so far, the others not surviving long enough to be given names, their disgusting bodies fading out of this mortal coil knowing they're better off not living like that. As for acting, Warwick is doomed to play comic relief character or leprechauns, not just because of his deformed skull, lack of talent and his goblin voice barring him from being anything else, but because Dinklage is always a better fit for characters meant to be respected and taken seriously.

It'd suck being Warwick Davis and knowing you're inferior even in your own shtick, but given what he has done to his family, he deserves more misery than he will experience during the remainder of his wretched, deformed life

Imagine freezing Warwick Davis. Then chip away at the ant hill-sized ice till you get a perfect cube that encases the midge. You can about make out Warwick's screaming, confused visage within the cloudy solid mass of water. You pour yourself a nice tall crisp gin and tonic, or maybe a long island iced tea. Whatever tickles your fancy - you earnt it for working hard at setting the stage for tonight's entertainment. After putting on some music you place the cubed Warwick into your drink. Eventually, after much sipping and swirling, the ice begins returning to its nascent liquid form and Warwick's vile mug in exposed. He begins to thaw and his consciousness and awareness return - you then, at last, start to hear him screaming. First screeches of incoherent terror, and then rage - he's begins trying to intimidate you. How quaint. You swirl the ice cube around as punishment, dizzying him. He has tantrums, bawls his beady, demonic piglet eyes out, begs, and attempts to bargain - all to no avail. As the ice entirely melts, the freezing, frost bitten Warwick is now stranded amid an alcoholic ocean. You sip as Warwick squeals at this tsunami but you stop short of totally finishing the drink off and leave some cm's of liquid left so Warwick's fate is sealed - at this point he begins vomiting as the alcohol and jolting is too much for him to tolerate. You light a cigar as he continues to struggle and gradually weakens. Soon he can no longer paddle. The liquid rushes past his cheecks and nose and fills his mouth; he is drowning. Before his world turns black and you toss your cigar into the glass so the midge can taste the flame in this makeshift diorama of a viking funeral and enjoy for one last time his loudest screech on terror and pain yet. As his charred flesh mingles with the drink you take a breath of deep satisfaction at this new cocktail you've just given birth to - The Warwickshire Highball, if you will. You marvel at your new creation and then pour another drink.

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because warwick got mad about a Any Forums post once, that's it. warwick is less of a fag than dinklage, but honestly midge torture threads are simply bantz and memes. imagine if warwick laughed at being made fun of instead if it had somehow managed to catch on without his streisanding, he'd be a legend

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To be fair if I was a midge putting on a bear costume and being lucky enough to be in Star Wars would make subsequent job finding opportunities easier. One thing is for sure, he can't fucking act. He's never had to learn. He has the personality of a crappy children's TV presenter, yet because he's a lucky midget he gets to be all kinds of projects.

Imagine becoming the founder of some new cult religion among a primative tribe or backwards rural village somewhere in the 3rd world. Some random Chad actor becomes the cult's new god but Warwick, well, you would make Warwick this cult's devil. The hated demon, the anti-Christ, the Great Enemy. They could become so enthralled with your sermons and teachings as the High Priest and have a unquantifiable hatred for the demonic monkey man Davis. Then you bring them to the UK whilst making a big show of this being a rich cross-cultural exchange and diversity promotion. Show your zealous acolytes around London, English villages, and then arrive at the town where Warwick resides. March your backwards followers through the high street, wait until they catch site of the vile midge waddling down the street, see the realization dawn on them and this collective bloodlust and zeal overcome them. You then sit back, have a drink, and watch the fireworks. Your ass touches the comfy cafe chair just as the mob begins sprinting forth towards the bewildered, vile midge. His world turns red, and then black. You got what you fucking deserved, Warwick.

>warwick davis will never share an instragram post of him reading my warwick/dinklage crossover script the way Jared Leto did for morbious 2: morbin time

You never finished it, user. Goddammit I want a conclusion.

To be honest with you I got genuinely scared that it would be seen by Warwick, and Dinklage, etc. It was that good where I thought that shit is going to get out of hand quick if people start to build meme hype around it.

Personally I'd spoil Peter Dinklage. It should not take too long given his size. Make him full and so satisfied. Then I would satisfy and serve him a plate of delicious char siu meat, with rich, sticky sauce, perfect pancakes, refreshing drinks... go all out. Give that great man 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 satisfy 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 Venison. Yes, I will have ensured Peter Dinkage greedily gobbled up the finest of rich meats. that I brought from the highest quality butchers. As the tears of happiness well up in his eyes and he keeps thanking me, I shall give him a friendly, heart warming smile and upend the contents of a box I'll have near me; it will be more vension. sausages, mince meat, all the trimmings. That is what I would do to that lovely man. The more he smiles and thanks me the more satisfied I become. Hell, it may just hurt my sides because I'll be struggling to breath as I'll be laughing so hard as we exchange stories. I will then loop the footage of me buying the venison, joking with the cashier and telling him how I intend to treat you. This is the fate that awaits you, you wonderful man