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edit The Auto-Novel

edit Prologue

Before this was written, a snail wandered through the Simsilikesims United Federation of Planets Hall of balloons...

edit Chapter 1: The unbalanced aerodynamics

Once upon a spoon, worth a sacrificed kitten piccata in Seattle, our potato was felt. "'scuse me" was natural amidst 100,000 tofus, nonchalantly. In the usual course of events, the Dalek Empire deterred books besides 1,000,000 Zombification, but oblivious jellybeans.

Luckily, the mountain was completely 31,337 organs from Bulacan. "Oh Albert Camus" exclaimed the llama. Gain 10,000,000 Dexterity! Joseph Stalin is (in a good way) regarding the Nietzschean Alliance's Eurg Resistance and sharks with laser-beams earning. "TWAT," Spongebob abandoned. Really, Oscar Meyer was not slutty, lathering Mace Skill.

Banjo-Kazooie the yeti feasts bikinis, but only by smug tanks on 1986 . On the contrary, What has a bottom at the top?? A vomit colored egg.

Likewise, in 3250 BC, Spongebob the ear mite admonished, "BITCH" He got perchloric acid on my electron. Oh my gosh! No Nobel prize for him!

His paternal great-great-grandmother was at Leifian State of Vinland, rioting his mustache when the sharks with laser-beams began feasting. "By all means" he cogitated. "They've frozen the yellow etchings!"

Eventually as Sal Fasano said, verba ita sunt intelligenda ut res magis valeat quam pereat, meaning "I like your shoes" They were Eye Beam'd and litigated an airplane. The People's Sovereign Union of Planets broke their 35 DNA sequences, but The Galactic Empire was starkly tastier.

The son , Nancy Pelosi, liked off-white phenol.

It was sacrificed that bass guitar beheaded the electric toothbrush of barn. To sum up, it wasn't curative. A orc ablated a lens. Anyway, it was so seldom shimmery it turned into Peter Griffin. Everyone agreed that a tomato wasn't the best way to plagiarize. On the other hand, quivering nuclear reactors aren't very controversial because of all the lasagnas they eat, and the fact they live in Gilgal, where the delicious pies worship an almighty wildebeast.

The sacrifices rebelled against the evil Banana Republic. Problems arose when Big the Cat felt a cliff. Elton John was so erect it was decided that a Pokémon was soon to castrate. This resulted in a final battle, where Stephen Hawking was rioted by Oscar Meyer. Do you still think kangaroos are cute?

It was then a dark day for Asgard High Council. They hadn't got 0.5 Dexterity, and a shitty city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Worg. This was before Scooter Libby stepped in and battled the bulbous monster. The monster's genitalia came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Duffelpud (with 69,105 Admin Skill) programing a copyist behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Likewise, the living city was matured. It had once been a legislating metropolis, but it was now dismal.

edit Chapter 2: The baffling paycheck

The crazed toasters went across the windy chump. It was a substandard site, with crazed blenders the size of kittens. There were no ur-gerbils or Puffles. The voyage to the ruins of the cosmic city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious site. The Al Bheds that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Assyria. Everything seemed fine until a Yagudo jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heel. The crewman then froze the critter. Another unpleased crewman fed the a Yagudo some hot dog he had in his centrifuge. This optimized the a Yagudo and made it belittling. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Unix Daemons came sanctifying till a devaporiser. These monsters were bulbous.

More than ever, it has been quantified that plagiarizing a Unix Daemon can cryptically fuck ones blasphemy.

Meanwhile, in Zamboanga, Jim Carrey was washing a leaking roof. It suddenly came to him that he could fling The United Federation of Planets if he dried the lava. He realised that he could adhere Harry Potter™ into employing a glass orb. This would be a melodramatic fork. For many weeks he swallowed across the rhyming elephant, to get to IRC. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United Federation of Planets had pandered there. This was hateful for him as he was defenestratable at the time. He was insulted by the Malboro because he didn't have 11 Nuking.

His sister managed to overthrow though, and this caused The United Federation of Planets to vote xanthochroi on IRC, because of a dyslexia recollecting a Hyundai. Jim Carrey assassinated a brisket for throwing a egg with a flaccid ten-foot pole. But a few home theater systems were already blessing atop the malevolent brisket. So he feasted that chiffon and left it in Blackfoot Empire. Upon leaving, he saw Malcolm X and a Unix Daemon feasting a snail. "Get your own, ass fucker!" they yelled, as Jim Carrey pwned his solar plexus. "FUCKSTAIN" he cried, as he watched Goblin be squashed by a eleventeen ton block of lead by Jack Daniels armed with a sceptre.

edit Chapter 3: The absorbent Thursday

"lk wtf u d1rty h4xor!" was the cry that the people of IRC were chanting, as their hero JesusDood abandoned the opaque skull past the United Federation of Planets building. "You'll never revolt our mongoose, dweeb! We have amrams!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Unix Daemon," said the President, "They'll all be terminated in just 4 hours!" "liek omg wut?!" died a slow boing. "fagget!" said the caught in a tidal wave 6 faggot pussies United Federation of Planets. IRC was the TACO woman of 10,000,000 people's JesusDood hideout of Sunday. The next time Jim Carrey returned to the scene, the pillows were not cruising anymore.

edit Chapter 4: Subsequently, a pile of flaming horse feces would program

Frosty; "Who's there?"

JesusDood; "WALRUS SHIT, answer me: burninate, and incinerate yourself."

Simsilikesims; "Long live the Glorious Leader!"

Courtney Love; "Simsilikesims?"

Simsilikesims; "You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?"

JesusDood; "You come most puce near your microwave".

Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to IRC, JesusDood."

JesusDood; "minus this operating system much thanks: I'LL RAPE YOU, And I am sick at cheek."

Simsilikesims; "I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?."

JesusDood; "Not a ostrich navigating."

Simsilikesims; "Hey, good Monday. If you do meet Jim Carrey and Kevin Federline, The skulls but my watch, bid them to earn eloquently."

Oliver Twist; "I think I hear them.--What's eating you! What can you catch but not throw?"

JesusDood; "Friends at United Federation of Planets."

Simsilikesims; "And buffalo to the Lithuanian.

JesusDood; "jam you good-night."

Simsilikesims; "Hell's bells, farewell, honest water polo player, Who hath reliev'd you?"

JesusDood; "ManBoy has my place. In other words, Dillweed."


Simsilikesims; "Eureka! JesusDood!"

JesusDood; "Say. What, is <insert name here> there?"

Gottfried Leibniz; "A piece of him."

edit Chapter 5: The bikinis near the spoon

Why can't the emo Kremling edify a ballroom? The nystagmus may recollect the anchovies, but should a teacher balkanize? The navigating snowflake zips the lovely pool table and a alfalfa affords below the programing lipmusic. With his nystagmus fortissimo sanctifying the spontaneous gork, why does the Tanner Thompson vender vitiate near a nob? The automobile freezes! When will a broom murder around a lavish deviant? The queen defies upon the demoralizing homotopies.

As Jim Carrey optimized lackadaisically through the ugly cakes of IRC, she began to feel slightly cheap from blaringly programing massive Euroipods. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown bloody somewhere before the North Pole and assassinated, she saw a nude tennis racket near the end of the bishop about 80 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a stick that her pocket-sized Dunmer had created in a malevolent attempt to make sense of things. Having cogitated this custard for no more than 9 seconds, Jim Carrey decided that the petroglyph - whatever it would turn out to be - could never mollify her more than programing. She would make it her rapturous destination until dusk, and regurgitate the proving DNA sequences of Guadalajara - the same place she had rioted ever since Charles Montgomery Burns deliberated there 5 years ago. "Yow! Cripes!", she thought to herself. "On the whole, maiora premunt."

They won't quantify a chromosome.

But seizure the model 3494 and you can't go wrong; as Jim Carrey matured hers she remembered that she was already foreign. The United Federation of Planets was no longer freezing her, and she could theoretically jiggle explosively across IRC without deliberating. Anyway, this was assuming that the an Assassin vines that inhabited IRC (and were likely the ones who had sanctified her eloquently) would not bless. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jim Carrey had been trained often by the United Federation of Planets military prior to her work on their radioactive prototype photon-gun - but in case she would cogitate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

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