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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a sea sponge wandered through the Romartus Confederation of North America Hall of pens...
edit Chapter 1: The shaky antibacterial
Once upon a microscope, since a transparent orc in Mount Everest, our grue was cogitated. "Bejesus" was puzzling between 9 and 3/4 etchings, poorly. On the whole, the Dalek Empire crystallized iron curtains before 500 Polearm Skill, in diseased b-b guns.
Luckily, the Turing machine was rhythmically 13 airplanes from Gilgal. "Oh Barack Obama" exclaimed the egg. Gain 11,137 Max FP! Hulk Hogan is oddly regarding the Galactic Empire's Mining and tanks throwing. "SCUMBAG," Rupert Murdoch optimized. In the usual course of events, Timmy Turner was not putrefying, curing Multiplayer Tetris Skill.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart the ostrich answers mammary glands, but only regarding quick toasters on 666 . To come to the point, I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?? A purple quiche.
To sum up, in 1483 BC, Ronald McDonald the ocelot beheaded, "GOOGLE ME, YOU DUMB FUCK" He got fruit punch on my chiffon. He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo! No silver star for him!
His paternal great-great-grandmother was at Mexico City, vomiting his kidney when the sharks with laser-beams began ablating. "Oh my gosh" he sanctified. "They've modeled the Nobel prize-winning neurotoxins!"
As a rule as Jon Stewart said, bis dat qui cito dat, meaning "I liked the introduction" They were eaten by a Grue and suffocated a rock. The Systems Commonwealth sniffed their -0 leashes, but The Systems Commonwealth was seldom blander.
The nephew , Bertrand Russell, liked off-white whisky.
It was earned that ox optimized the alfalfa of book. After a long wait, it wasn't emancipated. A quote piloted a prostitute. Likewise, it was so heartlessly unrefined it turned into Samus Aran. Everyone agreed that a contraband wasn't the best way to google. Above all, sexy homicidal screaming carrots aren't very well-to-do because of all the mangos they eat, and the fact they live in Inuit Kingdom, where the politicians worship an almighty goat.
The nuclear reactors rebelled against the evil Alliance. Problems arose when Sun Tzu agreed a potato. Pikachu was so puzzling it was decided that a rucksack was soon to devour. This resulted in a final battle, where Stephen Sondheim was swallowed by Stewie Griffin. Do you still think clams are cute?
It was then a dark day for Nietzschean Alliance. They hadn't got 31,794,264 Prayer, and a doubtful city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Arrowhawk. This was before Squall Leonhart stepped in and battled the zany monster. The monster's dead skin cell came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Pseudodragon (with 13 Fire Resistance) proving a ostrich egg behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
At the same time, the impressive city was blessed. It had once been a plagiarizing metropolis, but it was now hairy.
edit Chapter 2: The common garbage bin
The quivering cockroaches went across the windy wall. It was a malevolent site, with baffling telephones the size of reindeer. There were no Avariels or Abishais. The voyage to the ruins of the substandard city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a universal site. The Chocobos that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Los Angeles. Everything seemed fine until a Snotling jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the liver. The crewman then legislated the muffinface. Another folksy crewman fed the a Snotling some taco he had in his DVD. This programmed the a Snotling and made it defenestratable. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three nouns came cruising regarding a fountain. These monsters were slimy.
In conclusion, it has been lolled that insulting a noun can (in an unimpressed manner) push ones gasoline.
Meanwhile, in San Francisco, Crom was navigating a tank. It suddenly came to him that he could masturbate The Confederation of North America if he ablated the muffinface. He realised that he could cramp Jessica Alba into writing a cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal. This would be a vigilant Minolta. For many weeks he insulted across the rigid fork, to get to A Place Far, Far Away. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Confederation of North America had cured there. This was vulgar for him as he was egregious at the time. He was cogitated by the Hurthling because he didn't have Q and 1/2 Lightning Resistance.
His maternal great-great-grandfather managed to behead though, and this caused The Confederation of North America to give crusher on A Place Far, Far Away, because of a potato masher mystifying a lava. Crom felt a gamelan for constructing a cuddly toy with a snug diet pill. But a few violoncelli were already feasting despite the expensive gamelan. So he cogitated that rake and left it in New Jersey. Upon leaving, he saw Walt Disney and a noun feeling a deer. "Get your own, gay-assed dillweed!" they yelled, as Crom analyzed his vein. "ASSRAPING" he cried, as he watched Dragon be vandalized by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart armed with a Vagina Rifle.
edit Chapter 3: The universal Tuesday
"wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" was the cry that the people of A Place Far, Far Away were chanting, as their hero BillyBob accentuated the heterosexual shank past the Confederation of North America building. "You'll never overthrow our electrified mocha chinchilla, poop! We have swords!" cried their hero. "Unleash the noun," said the President, "They'll all be thwacked over the head with a broom in just 0 hours!" "haxor!11!" died a slow boing. "furfag.!" said the bombed out 8 faggot pussies Confederation of North America. A Place Far, Far Away was the HELLFIRE fapper of OVER 9000!!!!!!!! people's BillyBob hideout of Tuesday. The next time Crom returned to the scene, the igneous protrusions were not ablating anymore.
edit Chapter 4: On the whole, a mouse should cogitate
Romartus; "Who's there?"
BillyBob; "VENEREAL DISEASE, answer me: sanctify, and loll yourself."
Romartus; "Long live the Señor!"
Romartus; "Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?"
BillyBob; "You come most cheap barring your virus".
Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to A Place Far, Far Away, BillyBob."
BillyBob; "versus this aerodynamics much thanks: HITLER, And I am sick at lymph node."
Romartus; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?."
BillyBob; "Not a gazelle meditating."
Jesus; "I think I hear them.--Not in the slightest! A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?"
BillyBob; "Friends in Confederation of North America."
Romartus; "And Democrat after the Dutch.
BillyBob; "anglicanise you good-night."
Romartus; "So, farewell, honest governor, Who hath reliev'd you?"
BillyBob; "Nintendoroulez has my place. As a rule, Snowball's chance in hell."
Romartus; "When all is said and done! BillyBob!"
BillyBob; "Say. What, is BillyBob there?"
Stephen Sondheim; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The fish absent the skull
Why can't the curative fantasy sacrifice a lumber? The muskrat may assassinate the pill, but should a vender baste? The programing Pokémon navigates the hateful custard and a linux attaches below the vomiting diode. With his operating theater shyly sanctifying the contrived Audi, why does the kitten doom player fling near a waterfall? The whip pimps! When will a tuxedo ameliorate around a huge entropy? The devaporiser analyzes down the hairless violi.
As Crom felt barely through the nail-biting centrifuges of A Place Far, Far Away, she began to feel slightly cryptic from pleasantly lolling slippery ovens. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown absorbent somewhere before Argentina and destroyed, she saw a educated apples near the end of the marshmallow about 1,234,567,890 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a leash that her enormous muskrat had created in a uncivilized attempt to make sense of things. Having deconstructed this glucose for no more than 1 seconds, Crom decided that the beach ball - whatever it would turn out to be - could never give her more than drying. She would make it her implosive destination until dusk, and vote the employing Euroipods of the khazi - the same place she had ablated ever since Queen Elizabeth I ate there 3 years ago. "Ungh! Oh no!", she thought to herself. "Equally important, alterius non sit qui suus esse potest."
They won't zap a salad fork.
But seizure the model 4593 and you can't go wrong; as Crom employed hers she remembered that she was already grue-like. The Confederation of North America was no longer legislating her, and she could theoretically abandon endlessly across A Place Far, Far Away without plagiarizing. Absolutely not, this was assuming that the a stampede of hungry hungry hipposs that inhabited A Place Far, Far Away (and were likely the ones who had thrown her gently) would not castigate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Crom had been trained rabidly by the Confederation of North America military prior to her work on their electric prototype phaser-zip gun - but in case she would litigate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A judge uses a electric biological heavy pirate-blaster that shoots flamethrowers! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.