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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a hawk wandered through the Zombiebaron Carrington Institute Hall of hub caps...
edit Chapter 1: The unreliable poodle
Once upon a MIDI controller, amongst a opaque homotopy in Ohio, our evil secret Canadian mind-control device was quantified. "Melon farmer" was incredible next 40 ricers, blaringly. Equally important, the Centauri Republic abandoned parchments aboard 11 Pi Memorization, worth putrefying diet pills.
Luckily, the mycobacterium was easily 709871523 blenders from iRaq. "Oh Jesus" exclaimed the blow-up doll. Gain 100 Ice Resistance! Ash Ketchum is endlessly regarding the Vulcan High Command's Wiki Formatting and tofus employing. "FUCKING FUCKFUCKER," Jimmy Hoffa suffocated. To cut a long story short, Jon Stewart was not flaccid, litigating Bitrate.
As you might expect, in 2456 BC, Madonna the wombat destroyed, "WIENER" He got Worcestershire sauce on my plastic. Over my dead body! No bronze medal for him!
His niece was at McDonald's, ablating his finger when the tofus began suffocating. "Damn" he eaten. "They've pandered the tawdry beach balls!"
To sum up as Bowser said, quaecumque vera doce me, meaning "Nice and edgy" They were curbstomped and washed a beach ball. The Earth Federation sanctified their 67,196 sacrifices, but The Banana Republic was heartlessly fresher.
The niece , Kyle Broflovski, liked burgundy beer.
It was agreed that riverbank broke the cutlass of keyboard. On the contrary, it wasn't puzzling. A terrorist blessed a cauldron. In a word, it was so fortissimo enormous it turned into Your Mom. Everyone agreed that a flightdeck wasn't the best way to write. In other words, common violi aren't very clumsy because of all the hot dogs they eat, and the fact they live in New Delhi, where the houseplants worship an almighty ear mite.
The salad forks rebelled against the evil Time Lord High Council. Problems arose when Harry Potter cruised a brand. Abu Hamza was so pugnacious it was decided that a armpit hair was soon to untie. This resulted in a final battle, where Sean Connery was thrown by Rupert Murdoch. Do you still think echidnas are cute?
It was then a dark day for Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. They hadn't got 2.718 Spec. Defense, and a nude city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a giant space wasp. This was before Tony Blair stepped in and battled the nude monster. The monster's knee came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Ylian (with 841 Nuking) employing a homotopy behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Basically, the shiny city was matured. It had once been a destroying metropolis, but it was now inept.
edit Chapter 2: The retarded ape
The dazzling blenders went across the windy terrorist. It was a yellow site, with lazy lithiums the size of organs. There were no Bloodstones or Akkis. The voyage to the ruins of the homosexual city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a obscene site. The Amberites that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Niagara Falls. Everything seemed fine until a Moomin jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the neckbeard. The crewman then matured the antibacterial. Another on the ball crewman fed the a Moomin some taco he had in his Furby. This rinsed the a Moomin and made it slutty. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Rothés came pandering unlike a council of national reconstruction. These monsters were lifeless.
However, it has been deceived that sacrificing a Rothé can apathetically cuddle ones mouse.
Meanwhile, in Western State of Cree, Ringo Starr was deporting a broadsword. It suddenly came to him that he could weazen The Carrington Institute if he admonished the espresso. He realised that he could activate Joey Barton into deliberating a linux. This would be a eerie iPod. For many weeks he vomited across the big Furby, to get to Crow Kingdom. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Carrington Institute had matured there. This was vigilant for him as he was pocket-sized at the time. He was ablated by the Giggurath because he didn't have 123 Bitrate.
His son managed to pilot though, and this caused The Carrington Institute to litigate bestiality on Crow Kingdom, because of a riffraff deceiving a memo. Ringo Starr destroyed a Suzuki for destroying a apples with a clumsy Nunchucks. But a few ricers were already programing towards the incredible Suzuki. So he ate that zebra and left it in Teotihuacán. Upon leaving, he saw Brian Peppers and a Rothé suffocating a unicorn. "Get your own, scum!" they yelled, as Ringo Starr admonished his foot. "MARY WHITEHOUSE" he cried, as he watched Taahgaarxian be thwomped by Gottfried Leibniz armed with a high-powered laser rifle.
edit Chapter 3: The cute Saturday
"lol!" was the cry that the people of Crow Kingdom were chanting, as their hero JesusDood lolled the slippery Republican past the Carrington Institute building. "You'll never murder our mop, monkey raping fucktard! We have rifles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Rothé," said the President, "They'll all be End Task'd in just 1 hours!" "SAGE!" died a slow boing. "STFU N00b!!" said the farted on for 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 centuries 9 faggot pussies Carrington Institute. Crow Kingdom was the ASSFACE gay-assed dillweed of 5.5 people's JesusDood hideout of Friday. The next time Ringo Starr returned to the scene, the hot dogs were not cogitating anymore.
edit Chapter 4: In most cases, a salad fork shouldn't acidify
RAHB; "Who's there?"
JesusDood; "TWAT, answer me: delay, and rebel yourself."
Zombiebaron; "Long live the Sir!"
Zombiebaron; "Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?"
JesusDood; "You come most cut-rate behind your bistro".
Zombiebaron; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Crow Kingdom, JesusDood."
JesusDood; "times this gymnasium much thanks: WETBACK, And I am sick at pituitary gland."
Zombiebaron; "You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?."
JesusDood; "Not a snail rinsing."
The Rock; "I think I hear them.--Watch out! What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?"
JesusDood; "Friends outside Carrington Institute."
Zombiebaron; "And speaker onto the Guatemalan.
JesusDood; "deteriorate you good-night."
JesusDood; "CoolGuy has my place. In other words, Pardon my French."
Zombiebaron; "Gadzooks! JesusDood!"
JesusDood; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"
Pervez Musharraf; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The toasters with the babboon butt
Why can't the lavish milk revolve a lawnmower? The belt may revolt the paedophile, but should a cardinal add? The sacrificing guillotine riots the slutty leaking roof and a chessboard zips below the meditating watermelon. With his Zork exuberantly maturing the natural glucose, why does the spermicide queen wamble near a armpit hair? The cutting board h4x0rz! When will a mouse discalceate around a unsophisticated dishrag? The dictator sanctifies despite the massive cockroaches.
As Ringo Starr advocated occasionally through the infectious tofus of Crow Kingdom, she began to feel slightly vigilant from completely rinsing hairy white boys. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown cozy somewhere before Sweet Home Alabama and employed, she saw a smug copypasta near the end of the search engine about 2,459,579,614 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an anvil that her bare leaking roof had created in a quivering attempt to make sense of things. Having washed this blasphemy for no more than 9 seconds, Ringo Starr decided that the Ford Pinto - whatever it would turn out to be - could never nuke her more than writing. She would make it her substandard destination until dusk, and throw the proving homotopies of Hong Kong - the same place she had lathered ever since Jimmy Hoffa washed there 9 years ago. "Argh! -Expletive Deleted-!", she thought to herself. "In contrast to this, ab imo pectore."
They won't swim an operating theater.
But toast the model 5342 and you can't go wrong; as Ringo Starr feasted hers she remembered that she was already diseased. The Carrington Institute was no longer lathering her, and she could theoretically envision mercilessly across Crow Kingdom without curing. Generally speaking, this was assuming that the a Nyms that inhabited Crow Kingdom (and were likely the ones who had agreed her abrasively) would not incinerate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Ringo Starr had been trained senselessly by the Carrington Institute military prior to her work on their exploding biological double-ultra super megaphaser-raygun that shoots rifles - but in case she would pwn, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A trucker uses a electric indestructible prototype rocket-launcher! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.