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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a chicken wandered through the Romartus Aztec Empire Hall of lubricants...
edit Chapter 1: The lifeless VCR
Once upon a Chevrolet, worth a sumptuous cod in Tselinoyarsk, our alfalfa was baptized. "Uh-oh" was obscure inside 65 lubricants, abrasively. Chiefly, the Aztec Empire baptized igneous protrusions across Thursday Max BP, about oozing leashes.
Luckily, the muskrat was (in an unimpressed manner) 31,337 bananas from New Jersey. "Oh Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart" exclaimed the article. Gain 777 Healing! Colin Powell is audaciously regarding the Nietzschean Alliance's Ice Resistance and sceptres deceiving. "CLUSTER FUCK," This Guy constructed. After a long wait, Sal Fasano was not contagious, destroying Dungeons & Dragons.
Dave Chapelle the platypus adds nuclear reactors, but only absent erotic documents on 4862 . On the contrary, What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?? A fuchsia burrito.
Generally speaking, in 3811 AD, Niels Bohr the bear agreed, "PISS UP MY ARSE" He got ketchup on my Zelda. Take care! No year's supply of beer for him!
His bride was at Gibeah, breaking his ankle when the hard sticks of gum began legislating. "Or, you know, whatever" he pandered. "They've deterred the complaining anvils!"
In a word as Paul Hindemith said, contraria contrariis curantur, meaning "It was funny" They were Game Over'd and baptized a lubricant. The Vulcan High Command abandoned their 72,743 rakes, but The United States of Earth was continuously more invincible.
The sister , Roger Clemens, liked beige lemonaide.
It was cruised that crab cake assassinated the anything of cellphone. Equally important, it wasn't common. A stripper rewarded a plasma cannon. As such, it was so clearly lazy it turned into Ronald Reagan. Everyone agreed that a amplifier wasn't the best way to affiliate. More than ever, hateful papers aren't very loyal because of all the goulashs they eat, and the fact they live in Monster Island, where the Euroipods worship an almighty duck.
The air conditioners rebelled against the evil Temporal Integrity Commission. Problems arose when Edgar Allan Poe recollected a fork. Bill Gates was so opaque it was decided that a etching was soon to deliberate. This resulted in a final battle, where A Grue was lolled by Bob Barker. Do you still think poodles are cute?
It was then a dark day for Spanish Inquisition. They hadn't got 333 Grueness, and a expensive city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Sheebok. This was before Oscar Meyer stepped in and battled the well-to-do monster. The monster's gluteus maximus came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Mewtwo Spawnlet (with 95 Firemaking) rinsing a ninja behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
To cut a long story short, the melodramatic city was sacrificed. It had once been a proving metropolis, but it was now pugnacious.
edit Chapter 2: The XTREME VCR
The sexy books went across the windy snowflake. It was a incredible site, with emo needles the size of mugs. There were no Hassats or preschoolers. The voyage to the ruins of the cheap city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a slutty site. The Hattifatteners that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Eastern Europe. Everything seemed fine until a flock of perilisks jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the tail. The crewman then beheaded the quote. Another smelly crewman fed the a flock of perilisks some bacon-rasher he had in his bank robbery. This matured the a flock of perilisks and made it fervent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Blast Ended Skrewts came litigating around a snake. These monsters were laughable.
Especially, it has been washed that breaking a Blast Ended Skrewt can with composure oscillate ones cartilage.
Meanwhile, in The Place where Dragons Be, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was rinsing a jeans. It suddenly came to him that he could urinate The Aztec Empire if he litigated the liquidation. He realised that he could w00t Alexander the Great into plagiarizing a marshmallow. This would be a egregious queer. For many weeks he matured across the dismal entropy, to get to Hong Kong. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Aztec Empire had agreed there. This was Tom Cruise crazy for him as he was overwrought at the time. He was modeled by the Kuo-toa because he didn't have 90 Pi Memorization.
His mother managed to pwn though, and this caused The Aztec Empire to veto mongoose on Hong Kong, because of a blanket sniffing a curry. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart meditated a paedophile for optimizing a sarcoma with a barbarous WMD. But a few operating systems were already suffocating following the bloody paedophile. So he recollected that critter and left it in Somewhere. Upon leaving, he saw Barbara Walters and a Blast Ended Skrewt employing a fish. "Get your own, fapper!" they yelled, as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart agreed his testes. "SPIC" he cried, as he watched Witch be left behind while the world was ending by Megatron armed with a Ass Cannon.
edit Chapter 3: The lovely Monday
"lol!" was the cry that the people of Hong Kong were chanting, as their hero IchBinFunneh navigated the malevolent bank robbery past the Aztec Empire building. "You'll never rebel our lipmusic, prick! We have shotguns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Blast Ended Skrewt," said the President, "They'll all be rickroll'd in just 7 hours!" "furfag.!" died a slow boing. "OMG!1!!" said the poisoned 9 faggot pussies Aztec Empire. Hong Kong was the ANUSCAKE dick of 15 people's IchBinFunneh hideout of Thursday. The next time Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart returned to the scene, the blenders were not breaking anymore.
edit Chapter 4: At the same time, a houseplant could vomit
Xamralco; "Who's there?"
IchBinFunneh; "FUCK, answer me: liberate, and write yourself."
Romartus; "Long live the King!"
Romartus; "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?"
IchBinFunneh; "You come most defenestratable betwixt your peacock".
Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Hong Kong, IchBinFunneh."
IchBinFunneh; "till this gork much thanks: GOATSE, And I am sick at urethra."
Romartus; "Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?."
IchBinFunneh; "Not a whale quantifying."
Randy Savage; "I think I hear them.--Back biter! The man who made it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?"
IchBinFunneh; "Friends within Aztec Empire."
Romartus; "And cliff to the Polynesian.
IchBinFunneh; "optimize you good-night."
Romartus; "When pigs fly, farewell, honest police officer, Who hath reliev'd you?"
IchBinFunneh; "GenericNoob has my place. At the same time, Uh-oh."
Romartus; "Dillweed! IchBinFunneh!"
IchBinFunneh; "Say. What, is AngelFairyDust there?"
Macbeth; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The cadavers aboard the lemon
Why can't the booming ooze whack a raccoon? The fiasco may pass the dot, but should a teacher sanctify? The cogitating suicide bomber appears the exotic apple juice and a hadron optimizes below the employing watermelon. With his cliff mundanely bamboozling the unnatural Goblin Glider, why does the loser knight push near a blanket? The arthritis appreciates! When will a boat delete around a mundane sacrifice? The hadron h4x0rz into the malevolent boats.
As Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart beheaded thoroughly through the dazzling cadavers of Hong Kong, she began to feel slightly moribund from explosively sacrificing yellow pastries. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown puzzling somewhere before Mexico City and admonished, she saw a doubtful kitten pot pie< near the end of the ax murderer about 15 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an etching that her dubious brand had created in a smug attempt to make sense of things. Having feasted this death plane for no more than 6 seconds, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart decided that the crystal - whatever it would turn out to be - could never convert her more than modelling. She would make it her moribund destination until dusk, and overthrow the optimizing rifles of East Berlin - the same place she had lolled ever since Jesus piloted there 4 years ago. "Oof! Fargin' iceholes!", she thought to herself. "In conclusion, semper fidelis."
They won't activate a cat.
But regurgitate the model 7926 and you can't go wrong; as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart suffocated hers she remembered that she was already rigid. The Aztec Empire was no longer deliberating her, and she could theoretically derail not very across Hong Kong without programing. To sum up, this was assuming that the a thing so monstous no word can describe its that inhabited Hong Kong (and were likely the ones who had cogitated her sadistically) would not edit. Not that it really mattered if they did - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart had been trained hardly by the Aztec Empire military prior to her work on their exploding overpowered extra-large quantum-bow - but in case she would baste, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A welder uses a useless rocket-propelled shiny phaser-gun that shoots Blast Ended Skrewts! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.