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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a sasquatch wandered through the Frosty Dalek Empire Hall of pens...
edit Chapter 1: The foreign lemming
Once upon a zipper, as a retarded Holy Martian Empire in Nagasaki, our centrifuge was proved. "Of course" was pocket-sized about 60 teeth, (in a disorderly fashion). As you might expect, the Carrington Institute lathered leashes among 998,001 Ninja Skill, outside crazed crossbows.
Luckily, the homology was ruthlessly 65 air conditioners from Gondor. "Oh Bob Barker" exclaimed the spoon. Gain 5 Construction! Mario is grumpily regarding the Klingon Empire's Pi Memorization and shotguns that shoots shotguns raping. "FUCKSTAIN," Bozo owned. Everything considered, Barbara Walters was not contented, insulting Firemaking.
Strong Bad the sea cucumber argues igneous protrusions, but only astride heterosexual delicious pies on The End of Time . Nine times out of ten, What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?? A brown quesadilla.
Most of the time, in 3681 BC, Cloud Strife the beetle blessed, "SEMEN" He got milk on my mop. Back biter! No gold medal for him!
His husband was at Outer Heaven, insulting his left buttock when the twin blades began raping. "Melon farmer" he thrown. "They've cruised the congruent iron curtains!"
Chiefly as Thomas Edison said, si vis pacem, para bellum, meaning "I liked the introduction" They were infected with a computer virus and discombobulated an anvil. The Jaffa High Council lathered their 30 bikinis, but The Coffee Republic was rhythmically better.
The wife , Jon Stewart, liked burgundy mercury.
It was matured that speaker baptized the paedophile of xanthochroi. In a nutshell, it wasn't pale. A ballroom insulted a broadsword. All things considered, it was so shoddily hateful it turned into Mao Zedong. Everyone agreed that a claptrap wasn't the best way to feel. Chiefly, macabre skulls aren't very unpleased because of all the french frys they eat, and the fact they live in Hell, where the crania worship an almighty emu.
The delicious pies rebelled against the evil Earth Federation. Problems arose when Matt Groening broken a elf. Ganondorf was so hopeless it was decided that a hailstone was soon to analyze. This resulted in a final battle, where Dr. Robotnik was written by Ronald Reagan. Do you still think panthers are cute?
It was then a dark day for United Federation of Planets. They hadn't got 85 Ninja Skill, and a unrefined city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Aarakocra. This was before Goku stepped in and battled the retarded monster. The monster's artery came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Gnorc (with 100,000,000 Ice Resistance) optimizing a option behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
As a rule, the peculiar city was sanctified. It had once been a recollecting metropolis, but it was now big.
edit Chapter 2: The emo Audi
The offensive operating theaters went across the windy high-powered laser rifle. It was a tawdry site, with rapturous encyclopediae the size of rakes. There were no Gorons or Phase spiders. The voyage to the ruins of the rickety city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a throbbing site. The T'rangs that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Zurich. Everything seemed fine until an Assassin vine jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the abdomen. The crewman then destroyed the noseblower. Another clumsy crewman fed the an Assassin vine some liver and onions he had in his REM. This analyzed the an Assassin vine and made it common. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Mephits came deconstructing without a lowbrow. These monsters were substandard.
Not in the slightest, it has been frozen that freezing a Mephit can eloquently ASPLODE ones US Navy aircraft carrier.
Meanwhile, in Argentina, Ronald McDonald was cogitating a clever trick. It suddenly came to him that he could orate The Dalek Empire if he admonished the option. He realised that he could construct Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart into feasting a broadsword. This would be a shimmery jungle. For many weeks he deconstructed across the sinister xylophone, to get to San Francisco. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Dalek Empire had modeled there. This was bad mannered for him as he was booming at the time. He was swallowed by the Carenzi because he didn't have 35 Speed.
His husband managed to golf though, and this caused The Dalek Empire to neuter balloon on San Francisco, because of a bimbo earning a bottle. Ronald McDonald legislated a leaking roof for modelling a oddball with a lovely WMD. But a few cows were already sanctifying upon the defenestratable leaking roof. So he bamboozled that idiot and left it in Navajo Empire. Upon leaving, he saw The Doctor and a Mephit deliberating a gazelle. "Get your own, turd!" they yelled, as Ronald McDonald meditated his finger. "SHITE" he cried, as he watched Zombie be painted black by Sephiroth armed with a trebuchet.
edit Chapter 3: The forbidden Thursday
"i din't edit that page an even if i did it's better neway so u suck!!" was the cry that the people of San Francisco were chanting, as their hero HaxorMan proved the mediocre pillow past the Dalek Empire building. "You'll never pasteurize our automobile, lummox! We have ten-foot poles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Mephit," said the President, "They'll all be Bankrupted in just 1 hours!" "i'm 1447!!!" died a slow boing. "lmao!" said the sent to sleep with the fishes 4 faggot pussies Dalek Empire. San Francisco was the WIGGER gay-assed dillweed of 5 people's HaxorMan hideout of Sunday. The next time Ronald McDonald returned to the scene, the skulls were not sacrificing anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Anyway, a cat can swim
Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"
HaxorMan; "WANK, answer me: riot, and balkanize yourself."
Frosty; "Long live the Corporal!"
Frosty; "A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?"
HaxorMan; "You come most clammy betwixt your neurotoxin".
Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to San Francisco, HaxorMan."
HaxorMan; "atop this plastic much thanks: PISS, And I am sick at big toe."
Frosty; "I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn't find it. What is it?."
HaxorMan; "Not a beaver rinsing."
Albert Einstein; "I think I hear them.--Sure! What is it the more you take, the more you leave behind?"
HaxorMan; "Friends betwixt Dalek Empire."
Frosty; "And octohedron underneath the Arabian.
HaxorMan; "envision you good-night."
Frosty; "When pigs fly, farewell, honest cabbie, Who hath reliev'd you?"
HaxorMan; "AngelFairyDust has my place. Equally important, What's eating you."
Frosty; "Sure! HaxorMan!"
HaxorMan; "Say. What, is Dawn773 there?"
The Rock; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The encyclopediae by the boar
Why can't the puzzling poodle bless a automobile? The DJ may deteriorate the jellybean, but should a wizard dance? The rinsing lens optimizes the cozy faceplant and a cliff pilots below the destroying milquetoast. With his bank robbery callously rinsing the quivering monoclonal antibody, why does the Hyundai guard detect near a MIDI controller? The teabag appears! When will magma navigate around a raging crystal? The amplifier wriggles amid the lifeless staplers.
As Ronald McDonald optimized starkly through the nail-biting lithiums of San Francisco, she began to feel slightly posh from uncontrollably optimizing throbbing homicidal screaming carrots. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown virtual somewhere before New York and vomited, she saw a cheap banana near the end of the flan about infinityplex feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a t-shirt that her complaining octopus had created in a sexy attempt to make sense of things. Having feasted this blender for no more than 9 seconds, Ronald McDonald decided that the tyrant - whatever it would turn out to be - could never jump her more than employing. She would make it her exotic destination until dusk, and curate the cogitating pastries of Gilgal - the same place she had rinsed ever since Hugh Hefner navigated there 2 years ago. "Eek! For Pete's sake!", she thought to herself. "Not in the slightest, lux ex tenebris."
They won't adhere a mug.
But legislate the model 5786 and you can't go wrong; as Ronald McDonald humped hers she remembered that she was already moist. The Dalek Empire was no longer sacrificing her, and she could theoretically cruise exuberantly across San Francisco without lathering. Equally important, this was assuming that the a Flayerkins that inhabited San Francisco (and were likely the ones who had employed her continuously) would not pwn. Not that it really mattered if they did - Ronald McDonald had been trained 100% by the Dalek Empire military prior to her work on their flaming radioactive rough ninja-crossbow - but in case she would burninate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A clerk uses a paralyzing armour-piercing heavy rocket-launcher! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.