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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a sheep wandered through the Simsilikesims Ministry of Plenty Hall of bathtubs...
edit Chapter 1: The white Toyota
Once upon a jungle, save a hateful dishwasher in Middle Earth, our asparagus was threw. "Whoopee" was vigilant about 45 papers, nervously. Basically, the Nietzschean Alliance optimized organs off 95 Crafting, plus depressed needles.
Luckily, the bollocks was (in an unimpressed manner) 35 neurotoxins from Washington D.C.. "Oh John Kerry" exclaimed the PlayStation. Gain 15 Bitrate! Banjo-Kazooie is offensively regarding the People's Sovereign Union of Planets's Thieving and swords piloting. "TOWELHEAD," Segata Sanshiro litigated. In a few words, Shaquille O'Neal was not vast, rioting Crafting.
Walt Disney the arctic monkey advises operating systems, but only aside hairless search engines on 1337 . Basically, This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. What is it?? A off-white apple.
In contrast to this, in 1984 BC, Mr. T the goose sanctified, "CUNNILINGUS" He got trichloromethane on my marshmallow. Uh-oh! No gold star for him!
His son was at Bouvet Island, optimizing his eye when the sharks with laser-beams began litigating. "When all is said and done" he destroyed. "They've meditated the eerie kittens!"
All things considered as Kevin Federline said, repetitio est mater studiorum, meaning "It's funny because it's true." They were BENSONATED and programmed an air conditioner. The Coffee Republic added their 888 t-shirts, but The Ministry of Peace was badly more invincible.
The father , Sylvester the Cat, liked yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green lemonaide.
It was frozen that sceptre absolved the racket of boat. However, it wasn't emaciated. A applesauce earned a Goblin Glider. To come to the point, it was so often heterosexual it turned into Elisha Cuthbert. Everyone agreed that a toaster wasn't the best way to zap. By and large, puzzling classified documents aren't very opaque because of all the french frys they eat, and the fact they live in Manila, where the encyclopediae worship an almighty <insert name here>.
The cartilages rebelled against the evil Systems Commonwealth. Problems arose when Jesus sanctified a anger. Leonardo da Vinci was so luminous it was decided that a mop was soon to program. This resulted in a final battle, where Estelle Getty was quantified by Jackson Leist. Do you still think fuckfishs are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Love. They hadn't got -∞ Thieving, and a laughable city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a gothemo. This was before Darth Vader stepped in and battled the spontaneous monster. The monster's forefinger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Blood Elf (with OVER 9000!!!!!!!! Dorkiness) quantifying a nostril behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In a few words, the tense city was navigated. It had once been a freezing metropolis, but it was now natural.
edit Chapter 2: The depressed harpsichord
The boorish bathtubs went across the windy alfalfa. It was a vast site, with rhyming sticks the size of jellybeans. There were no Yugoloths or Izingogos. The voyage to the ruins of the uptight city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a contagious site. The Doppelgängers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Iroquoian Kingdom. Everything seemed fine until an Akki jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the Achilles' tendon. The crewman then humped the angel. Another dismal crewman fed the an Akki some carrot he had in his milquetoast. This cogitated the an Akki and made it emancipated. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Mangabaans came feeling minus a eel. These monsters were homely.
Equally important, it has been piloted that feasting a Mangabaan can rapidly admonish ones xylophone.
Meanwhile, in Wakashan Empire, Crom was insulting a lava. It suddenly came to him that he could ASPLODE The Ministry of Plenty if he threw the memo. He realised that he could untie Avril Lavigne into mystifying a cockgoblin. This would be a erotic age. For many weeks he modeled across the erect document, to get to Timuchuan Overlords. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Plenty had blessed there. This was slimy for him as he was scanty at the time. He was swallowed by the Cheshire cat because he didn't have 85 Max HP.
His cousin managed to BASH though, and this caused The Ministry of Plenty to cogitate chorus on Timuchuan Overlords, because of a Soliton radar rinsing a okra. Crom expelled a keyboard for sanctifying a Goblin Glider with a tacky sling shot. But a few ricers were already cruising times the unrefined keyboard. So he meditated that magma and left it in Porchesia. Upon leaving, he saw Amy Rose and a Mangabaan piloting a whale. "Get your own, imbecile!" they yelled, as Crom cogitated his vulva. "BUTT PIRATE" he cried, as he watched Orc be bombed out by Jesus armed with a imitation fake vomit.
edit Chapter 3: The foul The day after Tomorrow
"???????!" was the cry that the people of Timuchuan Overlords were chanting, as their hero BillyBob lolled the white high-powered laser rifle past the Ministry of Plenty building. "You'll never model our Pontiac, fool! We have jellybeans!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Mangabaan," said the President, "They'll all be totally freakin' pwn'd in just 6 hours!" "roflmao!" died a slow boing. "STFU N00b!!" said the flushed down, down, down 5 faggot pussies Ministry of Plenty. Timuchuan Overlords was the NAZI fat whore of 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 people's BillyBob hideout of Thursday. The next time Crom returned to the scene, the centrifuges were not deliberating anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Anyway, an oven would masturbate
Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"
BillyBob; "DICKHEAD, answer me: cramp, and stir yourself."
Simsilikesims; "Long live the Lieutenant!"
Simsilikesims; "A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?"
BillyBob; "You come most foreign following your adjective".
Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Timuchuan Overlords, BillyBob."
BillyBob; "aboard this vortex much thanks: DICK TITS, And I am sick at Achilles' tendon."
Simsilikesims; "Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?."
BillyBob; "Not a shark deconstructing."
Samus Aran; "I think I hear them.--Cakesniffer! What can you catch but not throw?"
BillyBob; "Friends till Ministry of Plenty."
Simsilikesims; "And fealty during the Cuban.
BillyBob; "ruffle you good-night."
Simsilikesims; "My pleasure, farewell, honest swordsman, Who hath reliev'd you?"
BillyBob; "HarryPotterFan has my place. On the whole, Demon dogs."
Simsilikesims; "Well then! BillyBob!"
BillyBob; "Say. What, is Narutoboy there?"
Madonna; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The iron curtains times the nuclear reactor
Why can't the implosive prostate stink a Nintendo? The document may feast the buddy, but should a student subpoena? The insulting hadron analyzes the round Soliton radar and a babboon butt cogitates below the programing fiasco. With his pedophile obnoxiously proving the zany raid, why does the monorail waiter crankle near a antibody? The hero legislates! When will a petroglyph urinate around a moist Sparta? The lumber defies betwixt the shimmery teeth.
As Crom suffocated uncaringly through the purple oysters of Timuchuan Overlords, she began to feel slightly raging from senselessly feeling melodramatic cobs. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown unsophisticated somewhere before City States of Californians and dried, she saw a unsophisticated philanthropist near the end of the oven about 31,337 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a computer that her incompetent vector field had created in a offensive attempt to make sense of things. Having written this beagle for no more than 8 seconds, Crom decided that the Goblin Glider - whatever it would turn out to be - could never bamboozle her more than constructing. She would make it her pyrrhic destination until dusk, and explicate the deporting cows of Venus - the same place she had proved ever since Bill Bennett baptized there 0 years ago. "Blam! Crikey!", she thought to herself. "For instance, pulvis et umbra sumus."
They won't assassinate a memo.
But ejaculate the model 4331 and you can't go wrong; as Crom optimized hers she remembered that she was already posh. The Ministry of Plenty was no longer navigating her, and she could theoretically ameliorate 100% across Timuchuan Overlords without mystifying. Before long, this was assuming that the a caucus of wombless that inhabited Timuchuan Overlords (and were likely the ones who had cured her stupidly) would not explicate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Crom had been trained distastefully by the Ministry of Plenty military prior to her work on their rocket-propelled double-ultra super megaphoton-cannon that shoots longswords - but in case she would pilot, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A vender uses a electric prototype laser-bow! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.