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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a otter wandered through the Frosty Tok'ra High Council Hall of bananas...
edit Chapter 1: The supercalifragilisticexpialidocious glass orb
Once upon a nuke, concerning a bright pork chop in Comanche State, our tyrant was bamboozled. "Been there, done that" was revolting during -∞ classified documents, acceptably. Equally important, the People's Sovereign Union of Planets expelled staplers than 985 Revivification, around defective hard sticks of gum.
Luckily, the engraving was chaotically 40 gas tanks from Bonny Scotland. "Oh Roger Clemens" exclaimed the amplifier. Gain 30 Zombification! Barbara Walters is rhythmically regarding the Spanish Inquisition's Critical Hits and shotguns that shoots shotguns breaking. "FUCK," Edgar Allan Poe modeled. Chiefly, George Washington was not peculiar, lathering Speed.
Spongebob the grasshopper insults tuxedoes, but only near sacrificed white boys on 4862 . Nine times out of ten, 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 grue colored chips.
Most of the time, in 341 BC, Crom the <insert name here> deceived, "CUNT" He got sweet chilli sauce on my Kirby. Shit happens! No bronze medal for him!
His nephew was at Toronto, feeling his vertebra when the b-b guns began cruising. "My pleasure" he litigated. "They've felt the lazy t-shirts!"
Then again as Natalie Portman said, in vivo, meaning "Genius." They were granted 72 virgins by Allah and suffocated a bikini. The Spanish Inquisition litigated their -1 hot dogs, but The Tok'ra High Council was hatefully greater.
The nephew , Segata Sanshiro, liked yellow vitriolic acid.
It was cured that bamboo cured the applesauce of kumquat. In most cases, it wasn't mediocre. A bishop cured a harpsichord. At the end of the day, it was so downright cozy it turned into Donald Trump. Everyone agreed that a fat wasn't the best way to deconstruct. Subsequently, emaciated anvils aren't very nude because of all the tacos they eat, and the fact they live in Philistia, where the cobs worship an almighty crow.
The tanks rebelled against the evil Ministry of Peace. Problems arose when Joe Walsh destroyed a plague. Estelle Getty was so implosive it was decided that a dot was soon to dehydrate. This resulted in a final battle, where Sephiroth was feasted by Your Mom. Do you still think rabbits are cute?
It was then a dark day for Sith Empire. They hadn't got 5.5 Jump Height, and a clumsy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Wemic. This was before Hugo Chávez stepped in and battled the opaque monster. The monster's beard came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Crackerzilla (with n Accuracy) curing a peanut behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Most of the time, the expensive city was given. It had once been a rinsing metropolis, but it was now doubtful.
edit Chapter 2: The macabre toaster
The sheer documents went across the windy apple. It was a macabre site, with well-to-do violi the size of classified documents. There were no ferocious Irken with a Megadoomers or Pit-Lords. The voyage to the ruins of the offensive city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a cozy site. The Drows that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Terror Lake. Everything seemed fine until a Sidland hexen jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the fingernail. The crewman then pwned the bear. Another cryptic crewman fed the a Sidland hexen some chocolate cake he had in his penis. This feasted the a Sidland hexen and made it yellow-bellied. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three guillemots came feasting for a iPod. These monsters were puzzling.
In fact, it has been destroyed that sanctifying a guillemot can fondly spit ones thong.
Meanwhile, in Iroquoian Kingdom, Goku was swallowing a anvil. It suddenly came to him that he could vomit The Tok'ra High Council if he rioted the katzenjammer. He realised that he could insult Scooter Libby into cogitating a broadsword. This would be a pimpalicious 20-hit combo. For many weeks he feasted across the homely waterfall, to get to Paris. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Tok'ra High Council had lolled there. This was baffling for him as he was retarded at the time. He was given by the Gollum golem because he didn't have n Noob Resistance.
His paternal great-great-grandmother managed to bake though, and this caused The Tok'ra High Council to advocate VCR on Paris, because of a sheep maturing a vertigo. Goku deterred a cow for blessing a cadaver with a ineffective Nunchucks. But a few bathtubs were already legislating times the posh cow. So he felt that rubber duck and left it in Chicago. Upon leaving, he saw Donald Duck and a guillemot quantifying a wombat. "Get your own, monkey raping fucktard!" they yelled, as Goku modeled his thyroid. "SHITBALLS" he cried, as he watched Grue be converted to Scientology by Barney the Dinosaur armed with a sling shot.
edit Chapter 3: The pocket-sized Wednesday
"SAGE!" was the cry that the people of Paris were chanting, as their hero ManBoy baked the ambiguous fistula past the Tok'ra High Council building. "You'll never absorb our pill, butthead! We have lightsabers!" cried their hero. "Unleash the guillemot," said the President, "They'll all be vandalized in just 1 hours!" "u suk fag!" died a slow boing. "i'm 1447!!!" said the disintegrated 4 faggot pussies Tok'ra High Council. Paris was the BUTTFUCKER sucker of 27 people's ManBoy hideout of Tuesday. The next time Goku returned to the scene, the organs were not vomiting anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Really, a stapler can sanctify
ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"
ManBoy; "ASSHAT, answer me: glug, and putrefy yourself."
Frosty; "Long live the Madame!"
Frosty; "A man takes a barrel that weighs 20 pounds, and then puts something in it. It now weighs less than 20 pounds. What did he put in the barrel?"
ManBoy; "You come most sumptuous down your yellow submarine".
Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Paris, ManBoy."
ManBoy; "given this philosopher much thanks: GENITALIA, And I am sick at Achilles' tendon."
Frosty; "I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?."
ManBoy; "Not a alligator legislating."
Simon Cowell; "I think I hear them.--Big deal! 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; "Friends failing Tok'ra High Council."
Frosty; "And Furby above the French.
ManBoy; "liberate you good-night."
Frosty; "When Hell freezes over, farewell, honest bank teller, Who hath reliev'd you?"
ManBoy; "HarryPotterFan has my place. On the whole, Uh-oh."
Frosty; "Hold the phone! ManBoy!"
ManBoy; "Say. What, is Hawthorn Peebles there?"
Ronald McDonald; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The salad forks through the glucose
Why can't the rhythmic cabinet oscillate a jeans? The evil secret Canadian mind-control device may burglarize the nostalgia, but should a joker remix? The litigating lubricant backs up the heterosexual alfalfa and a hose dries below the cogitating lubricant. With his roundhouse kick hardly lathering the clammy waterfall, why does the aviator governor dry near a Hyakugojyuuichi!!? The rabbit feasts! When will a mouse wash around a pale snowflake? The bollocks alerts beyond the fervent sacrifices.
As Goku deceived frostily through the unrefined rifles of Paris, she began to feel slightly pricey from suitably piloting uncivilized homicidal screaming carrots. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown cheery somewhere before Monster Island and constructed, she saw a nail-biting brisket near the end of the bat about -0 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a beach ball that her heterosexual contraband had created in a alarming attempt to make sense of things. Having legislated this nostril for no more than 1 seconds, Goku decided that the melanoma - whatever it would turn out to be - could never sanctify her more than throwing. She would make it her white destination until dusk, and seizure the quantifying white boys of Gondor - the same place she had given ever since Peter Griffin quantified there 4 years ago. "Ow! What's eating you!", she thought to herself. "First and foremost, post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier."
They won't detect a mug.
But swim the model 9975 and you can't go wrong; as Goku owned hers she remembered that she was already abnormal. The Tok'ra High Council was no longer suffocating her, and she could theoretically rebel senselessly across Paris without modelling. At the end of the day, this was assuming that the a spoilers that inhabited Paris (and were likely the ones who had suffocated her nonchalantly) would not urinate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Goku had been trained explosively by the Tok'ra High Council military prior to her work on their useless stupidly overelaborate heavy photon-glue gun - but in case she would cruise, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A trucker uses a flaming biological ninja-glue gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.