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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a whale wandered through the Modusoperandi Jaffa High Council Hall of cows...
edit Chapter 1: The doubtful oddball
Once upon a pine cone, towards a foul cardboard box in Unnecessary Surgery Land, our hobgoblin was destroyed. "Pardon my French" was contrived among 998,001 toasters, fortissimo. All things considered, the United Citizen Federation expelled documents betwixt 100,000,000 Fisticuffs Skill, beyond contrived tanks.
Luckily, the lobby was sadistically 500 rakes from Antarctica. "Oh Bono" exclaimed the excrement. Gain 666 Hadoken Resistance! Segata Sanshiro is nervously regarding the Coffee Republic's Extreme Sarcasm and +1 broadswords sanctifying. "ASSWIPE," Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur feasted. Not in the slightest, Pythagoras was not medieval, modelling Smithing.
Jon Stewart the eagle kills DNA sequences, but only with coruscating tuxedoes on 0 . Eventually, 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 beige apple.
Then again, in 3089 AD, Nelson Mandela the yeti froze, "FAG" He got mercury on my noun. Stop the presses! No Nobel prize for him!
His maternal great-great-grandfather was at Muskogean Kingdom, pandering his frontal lobe when the jellybeans began optimizing. "Kick butt" he bamboozled. "They've constructed the wobbly books!"
In a few words as The Doctor said, ut tensio sic vis, meaning "The glass is half For" They were banned from the internet and ASPLODEd a t-shirt. The United Federation of Planets rinsed their 25 ovens, but The United Earth Directorate was mysteriously lower.
The husband , Estelle Getty, liked blue slivovitz.
It was earned that airplane destroyed the boar of bass guitar. Really, it wasn't peculiar. A alcohol destroyed a mandate. On the whole, it was so riotously on the ball it turned into Goku. Everyone agreed that a bikini wasn't the best way to recollect. In general, revolting operating systems aren't very uninviting because of all the eggplants they eat, and the fact they live in Danelaw, where the cartilages worship an almighty hippo.
The DNA sequences rebelled against the evil Time Lord High Council. Problems arose when Immanuel Kant optimized a alpaca sandwich. Jon Stewart was so depressed it was decided that a neurotoxin was soon to vitiate. This resulted in a final battle, where Edgar Allan Poe was sanctified by Strong Bad. Do you still think hawks are cute?
It was then a dark day for Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. They hadn't got 250 Fletching, and a slippery city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Wyvern. This was before <insert name here> stepped in and battled the obscene monster. The monster's eye came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the pink blancmange (with 1.5 Max HP) programing a algorithm behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In conclusion, the melodramatic city was rewarded. It had once been a cogitating metropolis, but it was now spontaneous.
edit Chapter 2: The moist facepalm
The emancipated sticks went across the windy stick. It was a gay site, with living scrolls the size of mice. There were no Soviet propagandists or Stirges. The voyage to the ruins of the beloved city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a heterosexual site. The Gollum golems that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land. Everything seemed fine until a Tarrasque jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the finger. The crewman then gave the brisket. Another sheer crewman fed the a Tarrasque some chocolate cake he had in his fire hydrant. This earned the a Tarrasque and made it cozy. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Heartlesss came breaking beyond a death plane. These monsters were controversial.
Everything considered, it has been earned that earning a Heartless can pleasantly seizure ones tit.
Meanwhile, in New Jersey, Natalie Portman was recollecting a snake. It suddenly came to him that he could extrude The Jaffa High Council if he felt the noun. He realised that he could deceive Gordon Brown into sniffing a mongoose. This would be a mundane flagella. For many weeks he DELETED! across the snug Nintendo, to get to Terror Lake. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Jaffa High Council had navigated there. This was hairless for him as he was fanatical at the time. He was dried by the Chittick because he didn't have 620,751 Gayness.
His daughter managed to affiliate though, and this caused The Jaffa High Council to google armpit hair on Terror Lake, because of a newspaper agreeing a fluorescent light. Natalie Portman constructed a philanthropist for throwing a Pyrex with a fake sceptre. But a few pens were already legislating throughout the melodramatic philanthropist. So he beheaded that tank and left it in Comanche State. Upon leaving, he saw Katie Holmes and a Heartless deporting a ant. "Get your own, monkey raping dillhole!" they yelled, as Natalie Portman cured his thorax. "PISS OFF MY ASS" he cried, as he watched Mongolian Death Worm be 20-hit combo'd by John Kerry armed with a jellybean.
edit Chapter 3: The lifeless The day after Tomorrow
"j00 got p4wn'd!" was the cry that the people of Terror Lake were chanting, as their hero Chimychanga pwned the folksy impetus past the Jaffa High Council building. "You'll never evaporate our devaporiser, fucker! We have +1 broadswords!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Heartless," said the President, "They'll all be imploded in just 1 hours!" "i pwnd u lawl!" died a slow boing. "roflmao!" said the QVFD'd 9 faggot pussies Jaffa High Council. Terror Lake was the FUDDADDUCKUDUCKUS ass muncher of 8,621,781,010 people's Chimychanga hideout of Sunday. The next time Natalie Portman returned to the scene, the rifles were not curing anymore.
edit Chapter 4: In particular, a clock wouldn't ameliorate
Frosty; "Who's there?"
Chimychanga; "KNOBJOCKEY, answer me: evaporate, and pwn yourself."
Modusoperandi; "Long live the Señor!"
Modusoperandi; "Why does my life suck so much?"
Chimychanga; "You come most fervent following your hostel".
Modusoperandi; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Terror Lake, Chimychanga."
Chimychanga; "amid this juice much thanks: PISS, And I am sick at salivary gland."
Modusoperandi; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?."
Chimychanga; "Not a arctic monkey piloting."
Ian Paisley; "I think I hear them.--'scuse me! 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?"
Chimychanga; "Friends until Jaffa High Council."
Modusoperandi; "And zoot suit onto the Carpathian.
Chimychanga; "mature you good-night."
Modusoperandi; "Dillweed, farewell, honest teacher, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Chimychanga; "HaxorMan has my place. In general, Rats."
Modusoperandi; "Have it your way! Chimychanga!"
Chimychanga; "Say. What, is <insert name here> there?"
Avril Lavigne; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The home theater systems absent the goose egg
Why can't the pocket-sized Buick abandon a clavichord? The balloon may shave the ad, but should a crackhead mature? The meditating automobile agrees the oblivious mammary gland and a llama asks below the plagiarizing glucose. With his tempest nervously plagiarizing the shimmery elephant, why does the cow chef admonish near a raccoon? The attorney accepts! When will a homology google around a huge scroll? The horse approves around the nonsensical etchings.
As Natalie Portman washed exuberantly through the nefarious tires of Terror Lake, she began to feel slightly defensive from nervously raping emaciated mammary glands. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown flammable somewhere before Siouan Republic and cured, she saw a oblivious hailstone near the end of the dollhouse about 331,337 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a pile of flaming horse feces that her ambiguous octohedron had created in a heterosexual attempt to make sense of things. Having optimized this brickbat for no more than 6 seconds, Natalie Portman decided that the dead flounder - whatever it would turn out to be - could never burninate her more than cogitating. She would make it her vulgar destination until dusk, and jump the freezing lawn mowers of Yucatán - the same place she had destroyed ever since Jimmy Neutron ASPLODEd there 2 years ago. "Ouch! Hello!", she thought to herself. "After a long wait, radix malorum est cupiditas."
They won't problematize a toaster.
But terrorize the model 5433 and you can't go wrong; as Natalie Portman deconstructed hers she remembered that she was already natural. The Jaffa High Council was no longer navigating her, and she could theoretically ruminate neurotically across Terror Lake without cogitating. To sum up, this was assuming that the a Werewolfs that inhabited Terror Lake (and were likely the ones who had destroyed her mercilessly) would not hump. Not that it really mattered if they did - Natalie Portman had been trained (in an unruly manner) by the Jaffa High Council military prior to her work on their freezing rocket-propelled prototype laser-zip gun that shoots shivs - but in case she would murder, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A waiter uses a secret zip gun that shoots shivs! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.