>"BIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be biggers anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his tiny chest. "I HATE BIGGERS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of This reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 BuzzBallz circulated through his weak small veins and washed away his (merited) fear of normal sized people after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he squeaked to himself, out loud.
>>214972157Midge
>>214972157Do they make tiny cars for midgets? Or do they just buy japanese imports?
>>214972175easy on the M-word
>>214972209https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDnGo14X46M
>>214972209He got it from Hot Wheels.
He's happier and more successful than any of you, pathetic incels.
>>214972157>BIGGERSFucking hilarious book, pick it up if you come across it.
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.
How does she reach the pedals?
>>214972157>kills every midgets acting carrierThe charges officer?
>>214972421would you say he's the bigger man in all of this?
