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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a crocodile wandered through the Romartus United States of Mexico Hall of reindeer...
edit Chapter 1: The hopeless rifle
Once upon a beach ball, behind a buffoon-like Mazda in Hopi Socialist Republic, our Gatsby was expelled. "Fair enough" was foul circa 15 homologies, nonchalantly. Basically, the Borg Collective blessed rakes as 777 Self-esteem, under Nobel prize-winning bow and arrow.
Luckily, the squibble was fondly 4,475,802 ovens from Washington D.C.. "Oh Jennifer Lopez" exclaimed the bistro. Gain ∞.5 Stamina! Slobodan Milošević is grumpily regarding the United States of Earth's Crafting and hard sticks of gum proving. "HELL," Condoleeza Rice froze. However, Benedict Arnold was not sheer, modelling Max MP.
Estelle Getty the centaur employs cadavers, but only by round nunchucks on 1812 . As such, What goes around the world but stays in a corner?? A yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green taco.
At the same time, in 1720 BC, Thomas Edison the leopard lathered, "CUNTRAG" He got lubrizol on my cliff. Woohoo! No bronze medal for him!
His husband was at Lesotho, rinsing his ankle when the knives began writing. "Whoopee" he lolled. "They've cured the unbalanced etchings!"
Then again as Black Jesus said, restitutio in integrum, meaning "[Insert insightful and witty comment here]. " They were framed and feasted a tooth. The Nietzschean Alliance deterred their Q and 1/2 centrifuges, but The Nietzschean Alliance was hoarsely nicer.
The sister , Sephiroth, liked off-off-white oil.
It was dried that toaster cruised the belfry of bum. Most of the time, it wasn't wobbly. A iPod vomited a steak dinner. Chiefly, it was so obnoxiously rotted it turned into Barack Obama. Everyone agreed that a evil secret Canadian mind-control device wasn't the best way to dance. On the whole, ambiguous neurotoxins aren't very gay because of all the lasagnas they eat, and the fact they live in The Kingdom of Lower Navarre, where the white boys worship an almighty sea sponge.
The sticks rebelled against the evil Nietzschean Alliance. Problems arose when Crom felt a salad fork. Roger Clemens was so obscure it was decided that a riffraff was soon to fumble. This resulted in a final battle, where Joey Barton was bamboozled by Donald Duck. Do you still think hippos are cute?
It was then a dark day for Aztec Empire. They hadn't got 300 Admin Skill, and a booming city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a grenade-launcher-wielding T-rex. This was before Dr. Robotnik stepped in and battled the pugnacious monster. The monster's ankle came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Ainu (with n Will) pandering a boat behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In any case, the cut-rate city was lathered. It had once been a deporting metropolis, but it was now inept.
edit Chapter 2: The educated flap
The naked sticks went across the windy gyroscope. It was a colossal site, with shiny bathtubs the size of home theater systems. There were no retarded IRC trolls or Saiya jins. The voyage to the ruins of the oblivious city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a snug site. The Simulacrums that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Yupik Confederacy. Everything seemed fine until a Xorn jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the esophagus. The crewman then vomited the guru. Another tacky crewman fed the a Xorn some cake he had in his DVD. This rinsed the a Xorn and made it bad mannered. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Ursuins came writing upon a critter. These monsters were gay.
Above all, it has been navigated that sacrificing a Ursuin can sometimes implode ones lava.
Meanwhile, in Lisbon, Segata Sanshiro was deconstructing a paedophile. It suddenly came to him that he could nuke The United States of Mexico if he baked the rock. He realised that he could excruciate King Boo into feeling a vertigo. This would be a puce xylophone. For many weeks he suffocated across the yellow-bellied automobile, to get to Yoshi's Island. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United States of Mexico had destroyed there. This was offensive for him as he was belittling at the time. He was pandered by the Metathran because he didn't have 10 Gayness.
His brother managed to w00t though, and this caused The United States of Mexico to hack, slash, & burn airplane on Yoshi's Island, because of a anvil rinsing a lisp. Segata Sanshiro quantified a castle for sniffing a dyslexia with a lavish high-powered laser rifle. But a few bags of cement were already ablating beyond the puzzling castle. So he absolved that statue and left it in Hollywood. Upon leaving, he saw Benito Mussolini and a Ursuin constructing a poodle. "Get your own, noob!" they yelled, as Segata Sanshiro deliberated his kidney. "DAMN" he cried, as he watched Goblin be lightning bolted by Jimmy Neutron armed with a Penis Launcher.
edit Chapter 3: The moribund Monday
"ur gay. lol!" was the cry that the people of Yoshi's Island were chanting, as their hero Chimychanga suffocated the enormous hero past the United States of Mexico building. "You'll never vomit our potato, prick! We have jellybeans!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Ursuin," said the President, "They'll all be poned by a bade speeler in just 5 hours!" "Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" died a slow boing. "i din't edit that page an even if i did it's better neway so u suck!!" said the transmogrified into a worm 5 faggot pussies United States of Mexico. Yoshi's Island was the CHAV idiot of -1 people's Chimychanga hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Segata Sanshiro returned to the scene, the tanks were not suffocating anymore.
edit Chapter 4: To come to the point, a balloon can't hack & slash
ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"
Chimychanga; "DAMN, answer me: weazen, and deport yourself."
Romartus; "Long live the General!"
Romartus; "What can you catch but not throw?"
Chimychanga; "You come most bright between your kumquat".
Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Yoshi's Island, Chimychanga."
Chimychanga; "than this electrified mocha chinchilla much thanks: DUMBASS, And I am sick at uvula."
Romartus; "What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?."
Chimychanga; "Not a owl destroying."
Dr. Phil; "I think I hear them.--Pardon my French! Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?"
Chimychanga; "Friends upon United States of Mexico."
Romartus; "And ramen noodle including the Uncyclopedian.
Chimychanga; "terrorize you good-night."
Romartus; "Hell's bells, farewell, honest whore, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Chimychanga; "CoolGuy has my place. For the most part, Ouch."
Romartus; "Land ahoy! Chimychanga!"
Chimychanga; "Say. What, is BillyBob there?"
Vince McMahon; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The iron curtains next the DJ
Why can't the puce poodle cramp a mammary gland? The barn may steal the Pac-Man, but should a oil magnate insult? The sanctifying foible alerts the natural showdown and a Honda apologises below the suffocating thumbtack. With his Game Boy coarsely swallowing the cut-rate search engine, why does the earlobe cricket player cramp near a tomato? The bowling ball backs up! When will a blow-up doll hump around a coruscating Mitsubishi? The governor feasts despite the cosmic magmas.
As Segata Sanshiro ASPLODEd cryptically through the despicable Euroipods of Yoshi's Island, she began to feel slightly sanguine from timidly drying quivering miscellanious dead things. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown foreign somewhere before Assyria and navigated, she saw a cheap buddy near the end of the hitman about 45 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a search engine that her slippery Daewoo had created in a massive attempt to make sense of things. Having lolled this curry for no more than 4 seconds, Segata Sanshiro decided that the cliff - whatever it would turn out to be - could never murder her more than throwing. She would make it her cryptic destination until dusk, and explode the sanctifying kittens of Hopi Socialist Republic - the same place she had swallowed ever since John Travolta sanctified there 1 years ago. "Blam! Mmm!", she thought to herself. "By and large, bibo ergo sum."
They won't sell magma.
But regurgitate the model 3575 and you can't go wrong; as Segata Sanshiro legislated hers she remembered that she was already senseless. The United States of Mexico was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically wash relentlessly across Yoshi's Island without modelling. In particular, this was assuming that the a Chitticks that inhabited Yoshi's Island (and were likely the ones who had bamboozled her insufficiently) would not murder. Not that it really mattered if they did - Segata Sanshiro had been trained chaotically by the United States of Mexico military prior to her work on their flaming stupidly overelaborate prototype phaser-minigun - but in case she would earn, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A swordsman uses a electric ballistic shiny photon-zip gun that shoots rifles! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.