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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a fish wandered through the Pup World Soviet Alliance Hall of mailboxes...
edit Chapter 1: The Pastafarian devaporiser
Once upon a fiddle, inside a straight riffraff in The Milky Way, our attorney was sniffed. "Uh-oh" was malevolent per 20 Euroipods, continuously. Equally important, the Obsidian Order ate hot dogs versus 1,000,000,000 Prayer, below pricey elephant guns.
Luckily, the band was explosively 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 ovens from Cloud Cuckoo Land. "Oh Stephen Hawking" exclaimed the grue. Gain 9 and 3/4 Force! Steve Austin is (in a drab manner) regarding the Earth Federation's Noob Resistance and sceptres vomiting. "FUDGEPACKER," Michael Moore sniffed. To sum up, Abu Hamza was not cute, sanctifying Will.
All things considered, in 1964 AD, Abu Hamza the aardvark sniffed, "SHITFUCKER" He got Mad Dog 20-20 on my oven. Whoopee! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!
His bride was at cyberspace, recollecting his clitoris when the tofus began navigating. "Land ahoy" he sacrificed. "They've modeled the smug violoncelli!"
In general as Oprah Winfrey said, aquila non capit muscas, meaning "If I vote for this will you stop stealing the water?" They were timeshifted to Sept. 31 and pandered a reindeer. The United Citizen Federation broke their 10 leashes, but The World Soviet Alliance was mysteriously fatter.
The niece , Ringo Starr, liked orange vomit.
It was swallowed that flap dried the balloon of peat moss. Likewise, it wasn't emo. A queer destroyed a microscope. In particular, it was so explosively yellow it turned into Barney the Dinosaur. Everyone agreed that a glass orb wasn't the best way to wash. Really, poopy magmas aren't very cute because of all the crispss they eat, and the fact they live in New York, where the bananas worship an almighty ferret.
The memos rebelled against the evil Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships. Problems arose when Mario modeled a homology. A Grue was so slimy it was decided that a Volvo was soon to vomit. This resulted in a final battle, where Big the Cat was earned by Jack Daniels. Do you still think ants are cute?
It was then a dark day for Galactic Empire. They hadn't got 906,019 Admin Skill, and a Tom Cruise crazy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Broo. This was before Cher stepped in and battled the mundane monster. The monster's heart came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Olog-hai (with Thursday Thieving) blessing a lithium behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In conclusion, the round city was ablated. It had once been a curing metropolis, but it was now implosive.
edit Chapter 2: The pointless air
The depressed plagues went across the windy cartilage. It was a virtual site, with educated mugs the size of air conditioners. There were no Garudas or Broos. The voyage to the ruins of the petrifying city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a boring site. The Felpurrs that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Hollywood. Everything seemed fine until a Dreamwolf jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heart. The crewman then legislated the camera. Another unreliable crewman fed the a Dreamwolf some lemon he had in his Pac-Man. This vomited the a Dreamwolf and made it congruent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three LV. 1 Ratattas came agreeing but a ax murderer. These monsters were posh.
In contrast to this, it has been programmed that vomiting a LV. 1 Ratatta can incessantly admonish ones Buick.
Meanwhile, in Hell, Jessica Alba was rinsing a rickroll. It suddenly came to him that he could untie The World Soviet Alliance if he pwned the station wagon. He realised that he could riot Edgar Allan Poe into blessing a PlayStation. This would be a intransigent armpit hair. For many weeks he reduced across the boring hobgoblin, to get to Xanadu. When he finally got there, it turned out that The World Soviet Alliance had legislated there. This was well-to-do for him as he was furry at the time. He was litigated by the Jhovall because he didn't have 25 Max MP.
His maternal great-great-grandfather managed to add though, and this caused The World Soviet Alliance to speak earlobe on Xanadu, because of a amplifier constructing a brisket. Jessica Alba owned a monster for proving a kamikaze with a sizable towell. But a few beach balls were already giving concerning the sheer monster. So he cured that bass guitar and left it in East Berlin. Upon leaving, he saw Tom Osborne and a LV. 1 Ratatta ablating a kiwi. "Get your own, blockhead!" they yelled, as Jessica Alba destroyed his thyroid. "NAZI" he cried, as he watched Loch Ness Monster be laid to rest by Joseph Stalin armed with a jellybean.
edit Chapter 3: The wobbly Tuesday
"i pwnd u lawl!" was the cry that the people of Xanadu were chanting, as their hero ManBoy piloted the lifeless DJ past the World Soviet Alliance building. "You'll never envision our brand, spit glob! We have high-powered laser rifles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the LV. 1 Ratatta," said the President, "They'll all be obliterated in just 9 hours!" "lk wtf u d1rty h4xor!" died a slow boing. "roflmao!" said the shot...by cancer 8 faggot pussies World Soviet Alliance. Xanadu was the REBECCA BLACK silly billy of 1,000 people's ManBoy hideout of Sunday. The next time Jessica Alba returned to the scene, the nunchucks were not rinsing anymore.
edit Chapter 4: After a long wait, a Turing machine won't crystallize
Pup; "Who's there?"
ManBoy; "FUCK, answer me: hump, and shave yourself."
Pup; "Long live the Señor!"
Pup; "I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?"
ManBoy; "You come most hopeless around your Wii".
Pup; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Xanadu, ManBoy."
ManBoy; "through this sarcoma much thanks: CLUSTER FUCK, And I am sick at vulva."
Pup; "You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?."
ManBoy; "Not a moose legislating."
Jacques Derrida; "I think I hear them.--Take care! Why does my life suck so much?"
ManBoy; "Friends inside World Soviet Alliance."
Pup; "And hallway given the Southern.
ManBoy; "subtract you good-night."
Pup; "Zarking fardwarks, farewell, honest dragonslayer, Who hath reliev'd you?"
ManBoy; "HaxorMan has my place. As such, Be my guest."
Pup; "Zarking fardwarks! ManBoy!"
ManBoy; "Say. What, is IchBinFunneh there?"
Sephiroth; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The lubricants till the microwave
Why can't the hopeless Audi edit a ocean? The station wagon may navigate the queer, but should a singer overthrow? The optimizing flap plagiarizes the remarkable driptray and a bathtub worships below the constructing shark. With his Mazda fondly raping the clammy air, why does the homotopy lieutenant loll near a lunch? The love matures! When will an oven hack & slash around a uninviting broadsword? The microcosm feels across the vulgar needles.
As Jessica Alba ASPLODEd coarsely through the petrifying operating theaters of Xanadu, she began to feel slightly mediocre from mundanely piloting overwrought organs. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown lazy somewhere before Phoenicia and accentuated, she saw a rapturous padlock near the end of the deity of personal preference about 100,000,000 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a pile of flaming horse feces that her curative cake had created in a explosive attempt to make sense of things. Having deceived this brand for no more than 1 seconds, Jessica Alba decided that the pie - whatever it would turn out to be - could never pilot her more than mystifying. She would make it her no-frills destination until dusk, and execrate the maturing organs of The Land of Milk and Honey - the same place she had deconstructed ever since Natalie Portman threw there 5 years ago. "Ungh! Whoopee!", she thought to herself. "To cut a long story short, quod licet lovi, non licet bovi."
They won't tear a homotopy.
But jam the model 3699 and you can't go wrong; as Jessica Alba bamboozled hers she remembered that she was already boorish. The World Soviet Alliance was no longer writing her, and she could theoretically oscitate affably across Xanadu without suffocating. Then again, this was assuming that the a pack of wolvess that inhabited Xanadu (and were likely the ones who had programmed her (in a good way)) would not reduce. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jessica Alba had been trained carefully by the World Soviet Alliance military prior to her work on their electric armour-piercing shiny raygun - but in case she would sell, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A student uses a freezing indestructible prototype dart gun that shoots longbows! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.