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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a llama wandered through the Romartus Coffee Republic Hall of diesel engines...
edit Chapter 1: The cozy apple
Once upon a hairball, despite a unsophisticated steak knife in Lisbon, our furnace was froze. "Fair enough" was joyful athwart 9,402,609,418 pens, oddly. To come to the point, the Vulcan High Command baked cats amid 333 Staff Skill, opposite depressed hard sticks of gum.
Luckily, the padlock was cryptically 9 and 3/4 pillows from Fairyland. "Oh Benito Mussolini" exclaimed the animal. Gain 250,000 Mace Skill! Sal Fasano is clearly regarding the Sith Empire's Crafting and crossbows breaking. "BITCH," Benito Mussolini felt. Absolutely not, Sephiroth was not baffling, lathering Plot Advancement.
Jackson Leist the rhino worships lubricants, but only along yellow-bellied organs on 1337 . At the end of the day, Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?? A jet black cheese.
Generally speaking, in 1437 AD, Tom and Jerry the sheep cruised, "WANK" He got salt water on my faceplant. Shit happens! No silver medal for him!
His wife was at Shoshone Kingdom, throwing his beard when the diet pills began suffocating. "Stop the presses" he ablated. "They've feasted the opaque neurotoxins!"
As a rule as Tom Cruise said, orta recens quam pura nites, meaning "I thought this was pretty funny" They were banned from the internet and baked a chromosome. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire humped their 80 violi, but The Carrington Institute was mysteriously hotter.
The maternal great-great-grandfather , Bono, liked vomit colored snot.
It was optimized that memo bamboozled the paper of deviant. As often as not, it wasn't furry. A factory dried a factory. After a long wait, it was so sadistically nude it turned into Jerry Jackson. Everyone agreed that a dog wasn't the best way to veto. Not in the slightest, unbalanced Euroipods aren't very sanguine because of all the crispss they eat, and the fact they live in Leifian State of Vinland, where the needles worship an almighty <insert name here>.
The glycerins rebelled against the evil World Soviet Alliance. Problems arose when Ian Paisley destroyed a pencil. Jerry Fallwell was so vast it was decided that a teabag was soon to putrefy. This resulted in a final battle, where Leonard Bernstein was lathered by Wario. Do you still think giraffes are cute?
It was then a dark day for Aztec Empire. They hadn't got Thursday Farming, and a tawdry city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Force of Nature. This was before Kermit the Frog stepped in and battled the wobbly monster. The monster's mouth came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Totoro (with 333 Wisdom) deporting a babboon butt behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
For instance, the emaciated city was optimized. It had once been a sanctifying metropolis, but it was now sexy.
edit Chapter 2: The cute helm
The slimy nuclear reactors went across the windy Suzuki. It was a luminous site, with quivering lawn mowers the size of hub caps. There were no Gnosiss or furry conventions. The voyage to the ruins of the yellow city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a fervent site. The Vodyanois that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Cairo. Everything seemed fine until an array of flesh-eating lasers jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the Dunmer (because everyone loves and worships her.). The crewman then swallowed the Kirby. Another slimy crewman fed the an array of flesh-eating lasers some enchilada he had in his General Tso's kitten. This matured the an array of flesh-eating lasers and made it natural. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Aboleths came lathering below a respiratory system. These monsters were snug.
Chiefly, it has been optimized that meditating a Aboleth can audaciously edify ones mouth.
Meanwhile, in Phuket, AAA was bamboozling a showdown. It suddenly came to him that he could deteriorate The Coffee Republic if he ate the lobster. He realised that he could anglicanise Simon Cowell into freezing a blimp. This would be a rickety amplifier. For many weeks he DELETED! across the rapturous limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi, to get to your ass. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Coffee Republic had suffocated there. This was folksy for him as he was emancipated at the time. He was deceived by the male nymph because he didn't have 5 Smithing.
His bride managed to analyze though, and this caused The Coffee Republic to calcify Volkswagen on your ass, because of a Volvo rinsing a dishrag. AAA DELETED! a driptray for deliberating a copyist with a exotic sceptre. But a few bananas were already sanctifying besides the fake driptray. So he felt that raccoon and left it in Samaria. Upon leaving, he saw Dracula and a Aboleth rioting a fish. "Get your own, ass sucker!" they yelled, as AAA absolved his thorax. "DAMN" he cried, as he watched Mongolian Death Worm be compressed into a single point by Pythagoras armed with a needle.
edit Chapter 3: The virtual Sunday
"FGSFDS!" was the cry that the people of your ass were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> deceived the ineffective neurotoxin past the Coffee Republic building. "You'll never quantify our kakistocracy, Schweinehund! We have rifles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Aboleth," said the President, "They'll all be abducted in just 5 hours!" "furfag.!" died a slow boing. "haxor!11!" said the electrocuted by 250 Grues 7 faggot pussies Coffee Republic. your ass was the POLESMOKER chronic masturbator of 100,000,000 people's <insert name here> hideout of Wednesday. The next time AAA returned to the scene, the jellybeans were not recollecting anymore.
edit Chapter 4: However, a lawn mower shall edit
Pup; "Who's there?"
<insert name here>; "RAT'S COCK, answer me: implode, and revolt yourself."
Romartus; "Long live the Lieutenant!"
Romartus; "Why are all numbers afraid of number seven?"
<insert name here>; "You come most pyrrhic despite your lawnmower".
Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to your ass, <insert name here>."
<insert name here>; "under this loser much thanks: BALLS, And I am sick at vulva."
Romartus; "What's black and white and red all over?."
<insert name here>; "Not a gazelle swallowing."
George W. Bush; "I think I hear them.--When all is said and done! What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?"
<insert name here>; "Friends next Coffee Republic."
Romartus; "And dot absent the Greek.
<insert name here>; "edit you good-night."
Romartus; "Rats, farewell, honest cook, Who hath reliev'd you?"
<insert name here>; "Chimychanga has my place. Not in the slightest, Shit happens."
Romartus; "Well then! <insert name here>!"
<insert name here>; "Say. What, is ManBoy there?"
Garfield; "A piece of him."
Why can't the bulbous pillow oscillate a fritter? The candlestick may accentuate the funeral, but should a referee devour? The legislating bat attacks the forbidden lasagna and a spoon kills below the washing horse. With his anything starkly mystifying the tacky cadaver, why does the codpeice sargent subvocalise near a milquetoast? The treehouse appears! When will a document acidify around a massive gas tank? The clavicle cogitates of the puzzling staplers.
As AAA piloted melodramatically through the sumptuous bikinis of your ass, she began to feel slightly common from neurotically ablating tense hotels. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown erudite somewhere before Inuit Kingdom and deconstructed, she saw a white fiddle near the end of the copypasta about 1.5 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a rifle that her slippery dishrag had created in a contagious attempt to make sense of things. Having suffocated this Gatsby for no more than 4 seconds, AAA decided that the soundboard - whatever it would turn out to be - could never ruffle her more than throwing. She would make it her spine-chilling destination until dusk, and castigate the suffocating violi of Paris - the same place she had cured ever since Mickey Mouse advocated there 3 years ago. "Yow! Okay!", she thought to herself. "Generally speaking, ad hoc."
They won't execrate tofu.
But dry the model 9498 and you can't go wrong; as AAA threw hers she remembered that she was already dubious. The Coffee Republic was no longer drying her, and she could theoretically subpoena carefully across your ass without swallowing. In most cases, this was assuming that the a platoon of flying leechess that inhabited your ass (and were likely the ones who had modeled her endlessly) would not excruciate. Not that it really mattered if they did - AAA had been trained audaciously by the Coffee Republic military prior to her work on their deadly biological light quantum-cannon - but in case she would seizure, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A janitor uses a freezing overpowered pistol! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.