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The Auto-NovelEdit

PrologueEdit

Before this was written, a pigeon wandered through the ChiefjusticeDS Coffee Republic Hall of documents...

Chapter 1: The retarded ballroomEdit

Once upon a clock, save a ineffective boardwalk in Beijing, our pen was swallowed. "Bastich" was shitty like 15 toasters, hatefully. On the contrary, the Confederation of North America constructed skulls under 1,000,000 Magic, opposite cheery sceptres.

Luckily, the waffle was insufficiently 998,001 organs from Noobland. "Oh Bob Saget" exclaimed the potato masher. Gain Q and 1/2 Revivification! Hulk Hogan is disturbingly regarding the Temporal Integrity Commission's Construction and halberds vomiting. "SUITCASE PENIS," Vince McMahon agreed. On the contrary, Mel Gibson was not posh, ablating Will.

Chairman Mao the oryx recollects computers, but only till charming cats on 2008 . By and large, You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?? A crimson chocolate cake.

For the most part, in 563 AD, Cloud Strife the vulture rioted, "CUNT" He got vomit on my age. Melon farmer! No trip for two to Hollywood for him!

His son was at Gotham, agreeing his kidney when the halberds began recollecting. "Hello" he pandered. "They've optimized the sheer homotopies!"

Furthermore as Alexander the Great said, repetitio est mater studiorum, meaning "I have no idea what the joke is, but it is beautifully laid out" They were caught stepping on the red zone and admonished a cow. The Borg Collective assassinated their 55 cockroaches, but The Alliance was obnoxiously greater.

The cousin , Avril Lavigne, liked sky blue spirulina.

It was piloted that anything destroyed the pool table of hailstone. Above all, it wasn't sumptuous. A mandate cured a paedophile. However, it was so stupidly homosexual it turned into Donald Duck. Everyone agreed that a codpeice wasn't the best way to legislate. In general, macabre white boys aren't very foul because of all the quiches they eat, and the fact they live in Cape Feare, where the dog houses worship an almighty sheep.

The beach balls rebelled against the evil People's Sovereign Union of Planets. Problems arose when Hugh Hefner litigated a glue. Joe Walsh was so crazed it was decided that a reindeer was soon to refill. This resulted in a final battle, where Oscar Wilde was employed by Oliver Twist. Do you still think wombats are cute?

It was then a dark day for Galactic Empire. They hadn't got 20 Spec. Attack, and a vulgar city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Alterran. This was before Macbeth stepped in and battled the uncivilized monster. The monster's gastrointestinal sphincter came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Phase spider (with eleventy billion Fletching) recollecting a General Tso's kitten behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

To come to the point, the educated city was pandered. It had once been a rioting metropolis, but it was now furry.

Chapter 2: The sheer apple juiceEdit

The crazed neurotoxins went across the windy liquidation. It was a equivalent site, with cheap lubricants the size of ricers. There were no Interions or 4-inch stuffed raptors. The voyage to the ruins of the flammable city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a white site. The Thoqquas that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to South Africa. Everything seemed fine until a Mook jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the colon. The crewman then ate the Zork. Another joyful crewman fed the a Mook some pizza he had in his riverbank. This sanctified the a Mook and made it trusty. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Hylians came lathering unlike a cinderblock. These monsters were hairless.

In contrast, it has been dried that feasting a Hylian can poorly liberate ones PINGA.

Meanwhile, in Monterrey, Mr. T was deporting a penis. It suddenly came to him that he could break The Coffee Republic if he sanctified the mandate. He realised that he could implode Freddy Krueger into insulting a chessboard. This would be a shimmery noun. For many weeks he vomited across the cheery rape>, to get to the khazi. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Coffee Republic had quantified there. This was nonsensical for him as he was vast at the time. He was deterred by the weed golem because he didn't have 645,412,554 Luck.

His nephew managed to murder though, and this caused The Coffee Republic to construct tomato on the khazi, because of a arc welder cogitating a cigarette. Mr. T humped a mycobacterium for freezing a icicle with a unbalanced pie gun. But a few bathtubs were already insulting via the mirthful mycobacterium. So he absorbed that chiffon and left it in Middle Earth. Upon leaving, he saw Oliver Twist and a Hylian plagiarizing a lion. "Get your own, dummy!" they yelled, as Mr. T piloted his middle finger. "NIPPLES" he cried, as he watched Grue be shanked by Michael Jordan armed with a Penis Launcher.

Chapter 3: The joyful WednesdayEdit

"WAT?!" was the cry that the people of the khazi were chanting, as their hero Hawthorn Peebles analyzed the grisly read-only memory past the Coffee Republic building. "You'll never whack our beans, imbecile! We have lightsabers!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Hylian," said the President, "They'll all be sniped in just 8 hours!" "lol wtf!" died a slow boing. "wtf that is so gay!!!11!" said the dehydrated 4 faggot pussies Coffee Republic. the khazi was the PEARL NECKLACE cunt of 90 people's Hawthorn Peebles hideout of Saturday. The next time Mr. T returned to the scene, the bananas were not lolling anymore.

Chapter 4: By and large, a cockroach couldn't remixEdit

Xamralco; "Who's there?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "BASTARD, answer me: balkanize, and fart yourself."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Long live the Señor!"

Strong Bad; "ChiefjusticeDS?"

ChiefjusticeDS; "Why is there a dead Pakistani on my couch?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "You come most tense astride your rifle".

ChiefjusticeDS; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to the khazi, Hawthorn Peebles."

Hawthorn Peebles; "given this killer whale much thanks: [Insert swear here], And I am sick at brain."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Why are all numbers afraid of number seven?."

Hawthorn Peebles; "Not a badger lathering."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Woopiedoo, good Saturday. If you do meet Mr. T and Pervez Musharraf, The cats unlike my watch, bid them to wash badly."

The King of the Internet; "I think I hear them.--Have it your way! Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Friends concerning Coffee Republic."

ChiefjusticeDS; "And question mark absent the Swede.

Hawthorn Peebles; "pasteurize you good-night."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Hell no, farewell, honest lieutenant, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "IchBinFunneh has my place. Eventually, Or something."


ChiefjusticeDS; "Smugfunt! Hawthorn Peebles!"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"

Roger Clemens; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The telephones unlike the apple juiceEdit

Why can't the cryptic cake ruffle a muffin? The showdown may castrate the ocean, but should a clerk google? The sanctifying fountain admires the exotic Tanner Thompson and a lowbrow plagiarizes below the curing YouTube Poop. With his blimp thoroughly cruising the defensive critter, why does the guillotine pastor hack, slash, & burn near a Zelda? The anger approves! When will a homotopy deter around a shitty leaking roof? The idiot announces opposite the hideous mailboxes.

As Mr. T accentuated senselessly through the defective scrolls of the khazi, she began to feel slightly fanatical from virtually cogitating scanty nunchucks. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown lavish somewhere before Salishan State and rewarded, she saw a mirthful rabbit near the end of the igneous protrusion about 2,907,216,277 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a bathtub that her sacrificed period had created in a peculiar attempt to make sense of things. Having employed this stool sample for no more than 4 seconds, Mr. T decided that the search engine - whatever it would turn out to be - could never bless her more than lolling. She would make it her substandard destination until dusk, and abandon the deconstructing white boys of Britland - the same place she had dried ever since Fat Albert meditated there 9 years ago. "Ow! Now, now!", she thought to herself. "First and foremost, video meliora proboque deteriora sequor."

They won't vote a homology.

But baste the model 1953 and you can't go wrong; as Mr. T absolved hers she remembered that she was already overwrought. The Coffee Republic was no longer lolling her, and she could theoretically activate nonchalantly across the khazi without quantifying. In a few words, this was assuming that the a Pokégods that inhabited the khazi (and were likely the ones who had pandered her carefully) would not jump. Not that it really mattered if they did - Mr. T had been trained haphazardly by the Coffee Republic military prior to her work on their deadly indestructible heavy pistol that shoots pistols - but in case she would cuddle, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...Edit

A captain uses a flaming rocket-propelled shiny photon-gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.