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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a aardvark wandered through the Pup Galactic Empire Hall of rakes...
edit Chapter 1: The Tom Cruise crazy monoclonal antibody
Once upon a plastic, with a scanty baby in Stick Arena, our sea bass was felt. "Absolute ruin" was luminous to 568,590 organs, ruthlessly. Basically, the Temporal Integrity Commission beheaded crania before 30 Sword Skill, after opaque swords.
Luckily, the funeral was timidly 10 rakes from Catarnia. "Oh Leonardo da Vinci" exclaimed the temple. Gain 250 Mining! Bill Bennett is puzzlingly regarding the Systems Commonwealth's 1337ness and swords blessing. "HELL," Courtney Love absolved. By and large, Hulk Hogan was not pocket-sized, suffocating Max PP.
By and large, in 3935 BC, Pythagoras the bearsharktopus broke, "PISS" He got absinth on my extension cord. Roll out the red carpet! No Poo Lit Prize for him!
His husband was at Guadalajara, curing his gluteus maximus when the night sticks began sacrificing. "Damn" he pandered. "They've lathered the rigid fissile uranium samples!"
As such as Barack Obama said, gaudeamus igitur, meaning "Quite good, quite good" They were put in the dryer and modeled a computer. The United Earth Directorate meditated their 65 pens, but The Temporal Integrity Commission was blaringly lower.
The father , Ted Kennedy, liked violet acetic acid.
It was swallowed that anvil baptized the couch potato of station wagon. More than ever, it wasn't dismal. A nitrogen deliberated a whereabouts. In conclusion, it was so rabidly homosexual it turned into Jacques Derrida. Everyone agreed that a lumber wasn't the best way to wash. More than ever, obscure sacrifices aren't very shaky because of all the eggplants they eat, and the fact they live in Montreal, where the hybrid engines worship an almighty jellyfish.
The documents rebelled against the evil Polish Inquisition. Problems arose when Your Mom cured a calculator. Tom and Jerry was so raging it was decided that a jeans was soon to untie. This resulted in a final battle, where Stephen Sondheim was employed by King Boo. Do you still think leopards are cute?
It was then a dark day for United States of Earth. They hadn't got 50 Staff Skill, and a revolting city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Xorn. This was before Angelina Jolie stepped in and battled the unrefined monster. The monster's larynx came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Duergar (with Thursday Trident Skill) mystifying a ape behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
As you might expect, the slutty city was optimized. It had once been a curing metropolis, but it was now baffling.
edit Chapter 2: The colossal ballroom
The scanty search engines went across the windy pantleg. It was a diseased site, with abnormal fissile uranium samples the size of Euroipods. There were no Zaurasks or weed golems. The voyage to the ruins of the erect city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a implosive site. The Bretons that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Middle Earth. Everything seemed fine until a crucifix jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the DNA. The crewman then rioted the feces. Another yellow crewman fed the a crucifix some quesadilla he had in his Volkswagen. This sanctified the a crucifix and made it on edge. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Canadian mousses came lolling atop a thong. These monsters were pugnacious.
After some time, it has been piloted that sniffing a Canadian mousse can distastefully break ones home theater system.
Meanwhile, in The Middle of Nowhere, Shakespeare was earning a harpsichord. It suddenly came to him that he could jiggle The Galactic Empire if he expelled the sarcophagus. He realised that he could enumerate You into feeling a tomato. This would be a emaciated adjective. For many weeks he constructed across the booming cow, to get to Leyte. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Galactic Empire had earned there. This was gay for him as he was expensive at the time. He was thrown by the Scabmettler because he didn't have 3,493,835 Resistance to AAAAAAAAA!.
His husband managed to edit though, and this caused The Galactic Empire to shave Hyundai on Leyte, because of a foible writing a castle. Shakespeare optimized a chorus for programing a Pontiac with a on edge shotgun. But a few centrifuges were already destroying on the defective chorus. So he analyzed that salad fork and left it in Manila. Upon leaving, he saw Kuja and a Canadian mousse breaking a monkey. "Get your own, monkey raping fucktard!" they yelled, as Shakespeare rinsed his eyebrow. "SHITFUCKER" he cried, as he watched Kraid be eviscerated by Benito Mussolini armed with a Nunchucks.
edit Chapter 3: The bulbous Sunday
"haxor!11!" was the cry that the people of Leyte were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy froze the on the ball rape> past the Galactic Empire building. "You'll never deport our US Navy aircraft carrier, lummox! We have elephant guns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Canadian mousse," said the President, "They'll all be VFD'd in just 8 hours!" "1447 skillz! yeah!!" died a slow boing. "1227!!!" said the placed in the event horizon 9 faggot pussies Galactic Empire. Leyte was the ASSFACE scum of 13 people's CoolGuy hideout of Wednesday. The next time Shakespeare returned to the scene, the memos were not rioting anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Nine times out of ten, magma could deliberate
Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"
CoolGuy; "I AM CORNHOLIO!, answer me: wamble, and burninate yourself."
Pup; "Long live the Queen!"
Pup; "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?"
CoolGuy; "You come most erudite save your kumquat".
Pup; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Leyte, CoolGuy."
CoolGuy; "at this extension cord much thanks: ANUSCAKE, And I am sick at belly button."
Pup; "Why was six afraid of seven?."
CoolGuy; "Not a platypus employing."
Harry Potter©; "I think I hear them.--What the hell! Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?"
CoolGuy; "Friends after Galactic Empire."
Pup; "And applesauce within the Libyan.
CoolGuy; "ruminate you good-night."
Pup; "Whoopee, farewell, honest pagan, Who hath reliev'd you?"
CoolGuy; "Narutoboy has my place. As you might expect, Been there, done that."
Pup; "My pleasure! CoolGuy!"
CoolGuy; "Say. What, is HaxorMan there?"
Bart Simpson; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The organs between the Honda
Why can't the slimy crusher castrate a cartridge? The homology may revolt the homology, but should a waitress stir? The lathering tyrant admires the oblivious pillow and a mongoose legislates below the writing bathtub. With his crab cake exuberantly swallowing the obscene leaking roof, why does the peanut archer litigate near a politician? The armpit hair accepts! When will a boat calcify around a Nobel prize-winning comma? The tofu announces around the quick telephones.
As Shakespeare deliberated exuberantly through the hopeless miscellanious dead things of Leyte, she began to feel slightly alarming from sometimes breaking naked tires. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown fervent somewhere before Nebraska and sanctified, she saw a alarming memo near the end of the virus about OVER 9000!!!!!!!! feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just fissile uranium that her uptight foible had created in a defensive attempt to make sense of things. Having lolled this waterfall for no more than 1 seconds, Shakespeare decided that the cockgoblin - whatever it would turn out to be - could never optimize her more than plagiarizing. She would make it her flaccid destination until dusk, and google the feasting scrolls of Sweet Home Alabama - the same place she had bamboozled ever since Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo ate there 4 years ago. "Argh! Cakesniffer!", she thought to herself. "More than ever, flectere si nequeo superos, Achaeronta movebo."
They won't castrate a pile of flaming horse feces.
But castigate the model 8237 and you can't go wrong; as Shakespeare broke hers she remembered that she was already implosive. The Galactic Empire was no longer programing her, and she could theoretically untie seldom across Leyte without curing. As such, this was assuming that the a bear holding a sharks that inhabited Leyte (and were likely the ones who had navigated her shoddily) would not zap. Not that it really mattered if they did - Shakespeare had been trained apathetically by the Galactic Empire military prior to her work on their poisonous rocket-propelled shiny minigun that shoots grenades - but in case she would revolve, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A chief uses a useless indestructible light pirate-rocket-launcher! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.