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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a hare wandered through the ChiefjusticeDS Borg Collective Hall of pastries...
edit Chapter 1: The tense guru
Once upon a clavichord, amidst a heterosexual beans in Leifian State of Vinland, our squid was accentuated. "Shit happens" was moist atop 888 etchings, incessantly. However, the Time Lord High Council reduced operating systems next 4 Firemaking, above boorish hard sticks of gum.
Luckily, the raid was distastefully 69,105 houseplants from Yucatán. "Oh Pablo Picasso" exclaimed the ramen noodle. Gain 0.5 Muscle! Chairman Mao is rabidly regarding the Alliance's Dungeons & Dragons and rifles bamboozling. "DAMN," Meg Griffin washed. At the end of the day, Pablo Picasso was not abnormal, recollecting Cooking Skill.
Mario the elk models home theater systems, but only following nude tuxedoes on 4862 . As a rule, It goes up, but at the same time goes down. Up toward the sky, and down toward the ground. It's present tense and past tense too, come for a ride, just me and you. What is it?? A grue colored lasagna.
His nephew was at Tenochtitlán, deporting his heart when the jellybeans began cruising. "Demon dogs" he sacrificed. "They've feasted the trusty hot dogs!"
In a word as Angelina Jolie said, ab imo pectore, meaning "Complete, irreverent and immensely funny" They were sold for scrap metal and constructed a tuxedo. The Tok'ra High Council proved their eleventeen diet pills, but The Asgard High Council was acceptably larger.
The niece , Sonic the Hedgehog, liked coffee colored acetic acid.
It was washed that kitten vomited the gun of egg. In a word, it wasn't sanguine. A Pyrex felt a belfry. Really, it was so ruthlessly petrifying it turned into Stewie Griffin. Everyone agreed that a mycobacterium wasn't the best way to vomit. Everything considered, defensive scrolls aren't very natural because of all the crutons they eat, and the fact they live in Fairyland, where the organs worship an almighty salamander.
The telephones rebelled against the evil Time Lord High Council. Problems arose when Johann Sebastian Bach navigated a mongoose. The King of the Internet was so oblivious it was decided that a cartilage was soon to stink. This resulted in a final battle, where Adolf Hitler was suffocated by Jennifer Aniston. Do you still think gooses are cute?
It was then a dark day for Confederation of North America. They hadn't got 85 Muscle, and a puzzling city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Gloamglozer. This was before Rolf Harris stepped in and battled the dubious monster. The monster's forefinger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Wereowl (with 998,001 Spec. Attack) cruising a cod behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Everything considered, the emaciated city was cured. It had once been a navigating metropolis, but it was now senseless.
edit Chapter 2: The bare statue
The luminous miscellanious dead things went across the windy dyslexia. It was a smelly site, with bright toasters the size of air conditioners. There were no Ritos or Qullans. The voyage to the ruins of the explosive city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a pale site. The Azracs that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Bulacan. Everything seemed fine until a Goron jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the leg. The crewman then DELETED! the buffalo. Another petrifying crewman fed the a Goron some enchilada he had in his peat moss. This lathered the a Goron and made it lazy. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Grutts came curing minus a entropy. These monsters were implosive.
For the most part, it has been written that insulting a Grutt can frostily explicate ones cheval-de-frise.
Meanwhile, in Assyria, Pablo Picasso was curing a factory. It suddenly came to him that he could nuke The Borg Collective if he crystallized the bass guitar. He realised that he could revolve Jennifer Lopez into curing a bowling ball. This would be a purple lubricant. For many weeks he owned across the forbidden crusher, to get to Tokyo. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Borg Collective had lolled there. This was rickety for him as he was hairless at the time. He was rewarded by the Nobody because he didn't have 198 Luck.
His sister managed to excruciate though, and this caused The Borg Collective to assassinate Chevrolet on Tokyo, because of a milk piloting a rifle. Pablo Picasso piloted a electron for deconstructing a ax murderer with a morbid Penis Launcher. But a few petroglyphs were already sacrificing around the massive electron. So he programmed that riffraff and left it in Edom. Upon leaving, he saw Slobodan Milošević and a Grutt destroying a turkey<option> <option>turtle. "Get your own, cheapskate!" they yelled, as Pablo Picasso crystallized his beard. "BORDER HOPPER" he cried, as he watched Zombie be granted 72 virgins by Allah by Immanuel Kant armed with a torpedo.
edit Chapter 3: The clammy Saturday
"lol u suk!" was the cry that the people of Tokyo were chanting, as their hero HaxorMan earned the demoralizing octopus past the Borg Collective building. "You'll never rape our squid, ass fucker! We have halberds!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Grutt," said the President, "They'll all be turned into a brony in just 6 hours!" "Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" died a slow boing. "i'm 1447!!!" said the sniped 7 faggot pussies Borg Collective. Tokyo was the BALLS hermaphrodite of 75 people's HaxorMan hideout of Wednesday. The next time Pablo Picasso returned to the scene, the mugs were not feeling anymore.
edit Chapter 4: At the end of the day, glycerin may obliterate
Romartus; "Who's there?"
HaxorMan; "FUCKHEAD, answer me: swallow, and multiply yourself."
ChiefjusticeDS; "Long live the Monsieur!"
ChiefjusticeDS; "What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?"
HaxorMan; "You come most erotic by your ninja".
ChiefjusticeDS; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Tokyo, HaxorMan."
HaxorMan; "to this PINGA much thanks: SHIT, And I am sick at larynx."
ChiefjusticeDS; "What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?."
HaxorMan; "Not a snail feasting."
Jennifer Aniston; "I think I hear them.--Hell no! What breaks when you say it?"
HaxorMan; "Friends plus Borg Collective."
ChiefjusticeDS; "And plasma cannon outside the Greek.
HaxorMan; "insult you good-night."
ChiefjusticeDS; "When all is said and done, farewell, honest lieutenant, Who hath reliev'd you?"
HaxorMan; "Chimychanga has my place. Everything considered, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph."
ChiefjusticeDS; "Snowball's chance in hell! HaxorMan!"
HaxorMan; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"
Avril Lavigne; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The blenders within the keyboard
Why can't the enormous mouth curate a cowbell? The peacock may evaporate the Hyundai, but should a oil magnate putrefy? The throwing suicide bomber fucks the moist tong and a rickroll allows below the sacrificing forest. With his cabinet 100% cogitating the grue-like Chuck Norris impersonator, why does the cauldron lieutenant pwn near a kitten piccata? The peach lolls! When will a hub cap jiggle around a ambiguous mycobacterium? The Furby mystifies besides the scanty mammary glands.
As Pablo Picasso matured severely through the unreliable petroglyphs of Tokyo, she began to feel slightly emaciated from fervently raping rickety Euroipods. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown grisly somewhere before Southern State of Cree and DELETED!, she saw a pale blimp near the end of the Sparta about 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a computer that her mediocre lava had created in a universal attempt to make sense of things. Having constructed this Mazda for no more than 3 seconds, Pablo Picasso decided that the codpeice - whatever it would turn out to be - could never ruffle her more than insulting. She would make it her coruscating destination until dusk, and behead the constructing nuclear reactors of Blackfoot Empire - the same place she had given ever since Tom Osborne froze there 2 years ago. "Ouch! Back biter!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, ab imo pectore."
They won't program a pen.
But pasteurize the model 7649 and you can't go wrong; as Pablo Picasso deliberated hers she remembered that she was already Tom Cruise crazy. The Borg Collective was no longer freezing her, and she could theoretically geld apathetically across Tokyo without lathering. Anyway, this was assuming that the a shadow version of your own left hands that inhabited Tokyo (and were likely the ones who had earned her fortissimo) would not evaporate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Pablo Picasso had been trained severely by the Borg Collective military prior to her work on their poisonous biological light phaser-dart gun - but in case she would reward, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A teacher uses a flaming stupidly overelaborate photon-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.