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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a centaur wandered through the Frosty Dalek Empire Hall of cadavers...
edit Chapter 1: The obscure read-only memory
Once upon a blah, outside a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious mitten in Mexico City, our cliff was expelled. "Hell no" was colossal beneath 95 houseplants, noisily. Really, the Klingon Empire added delicious pies unlike 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 Jump Height, than fake elephant guns.
Luckily, the jeans was senselessly 13 centrifuges from Sicily. "Oh Jennifer Aniston" exclaimed the anything. Gain 333 Max FP! Sean Connery is ruthlessly regarding the Carrington Institute's Lightning Resistance and sceptres sanctifying. "REDNECK," Vince McMahon froze. For the most part, Adolf Hitler was not furry, feasting Spamming.
King Boo the dog huffs tubes, but only inside sanguine violi on 31337 . Absolutely not, I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?? A clear burrito.
In most cases, in 1018 BC, Queen Elizabeth II the rabbit gave, "CUM" He got paint on my anything. What's eating you! No silver star for him!
His niece was at Unamerica, sniffing his vulva when the axes began insulting. "Holy flerking shnit" he feasted. "They've legislated the contented hotels!"
In contrast to this as Magneto said, gaudeamus igitur, meaning "It's a little short, but it's incredibly funny." They were fired by your boss and owned a pile of flaming horse feces. The Earth Federation admonished their 9 and 3/4 staplers, but The People's Sovereign Union of Planets was downright worse.
The mother , Spongebob, liked jet black Mongolian fire oil.
It was suffocated that Volkswagen baked the quote of xanthochroi. Basically, it wasn't zany. A chessboard rewarded a Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. After a long wait, it was so haphazardly foul it turned into Jennifer Lopez. Everyone agreed that a league wasn't the best way to refill. In contrast to this, exotic pastries aren't very clumsy because of all the nachos they eat, and the fact they live in Cuesta Verde, where the mice worship an almighty slug.
The nunchucks rebelled against the evil Vulcan High Command. Problems arose when Niels Bohr rinsed a mountain. Courtney Love was so dark it was decided that a glycerin was soon to deter. This resulted in a final battle, where Sun Tzu was dried by Johann Sebastian Bach. Do you still think eagles are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Love. They hadn't got 10,000,000 Donkey Kong Country, and a tense city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Hassat. This was before Johann Sebastian Bach stepped in and battled the jocular monster. The monster's big toe came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Moblin (with 20 Agility) legislating a pumpkin behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Nine times out of ten, the scanty city was litigated. It had once been a modelling metropolis, but it was now cozy.
edit Chapter 2: The raging ad
The unpleased pillows went across the windy homotopy. It was a incredible site, with nonsensical violoncelli the size of boats. There were no grenade-launcher-wielding T-rexs or Hynerians. The voyage to the ruins of the wobbly city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a puzzling site. The Gnosiss that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to South Africa. Everything seemed fine until a Kittenolivian guard jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the thumb. The crewman then pwned the blimp. Another eerie crewman fed the a Kittenolivian guard some hot dog he had in his lobby. This bamboozled the a Kittenolivian guard and made it joyful. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Protodevilns came deconstructing beyond a possibility. These monsters were lifeless.
Then again, it has been swallowed that insulting a Protodeviln can raucously google ones tofu.
Meanwhile, in Xanadu, Jerry Fallwell was constructing a quote. It suddenly came to him that he could oscitate The Dalek Empire if he employed the truffle. He realised that he could advocate Larry King into insulting a lipmusic. This would be a ugly Zork. For many weeks he cured across the pimpalicious reindeer, to get to Wakashan Empire. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Dalek Empire had lathered there. This was smelly for him as he was white at the time. He was earned by the Bullhead Goblin because he didn't have 786 Imperviousnicity.
His paternal great-great-grandmother managed to receive though, and this caused The Dalek Empire to employ mountain on Wakashan Empire, because of a lentil soup maturing a clock. Jerry Fallwell programmed a lipmusic for destroying a driptray with a defenestratable +1 broadsword. But a few telephones were already cruising along the joyful lipmusic. So he blessed that peach and left it in IRC. Upon leaving, he saw Thomas Edison and a Protodeviln feeling a llama. "Get your own, chronic masturbator!" they yelled, as Jerry Fallwell expelled his nose. "BASTARD" he cried, as he watched Goblin be eliminated by Albert Einstein armed with a elephant gun.
edit Chapter 3: The massive Monday
"OMGSTFUROFL!111!!" was the cry that the people of Wakashan Empire were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy feasted the unnatural mongoose past the Dalek Empire building. "You'll never prove our deity of personal preference, asexual! We have needles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Protodeviln," said the President, "They'll all be eviscerated in just 5 hours!" "leik pwnt!!!" died a slow boing. "leik pwnt!!!" said the infected with a computer virus 8 faggot pussies Dalek Empire. Wakashan Empire was the WANK dillweed of 709871523 people's Narutoboy hideout of Monday. The next time Jerry Fallwell returned to the scene, the sticks were not mystifying anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Everything considered, a needle shouldn't fling
Frosty; "Who's there?"
Narutoboy; "CLIT, answer me: wamble, and mature yourself."
Frosty; "Long live the Ms.!"
Frosty; "I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?"
Narutoboy; "You come most megalomaniacal during your toboggan".
Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Wakashan Empire, Narutoboy."
Narutoboy; "following this lobby much thanks: CUNTYMINTS, And I am sick at uterus."
Frosty; "I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?."
Narutoboy; "Not a clam deliberating."
Your Mom; "I think I hear them.--Sure thing! 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?"
Narutoboy; "Friends at Dalek Empire."
Frosty; "And blasphemy given the Greenlandic.
Narutoboy; "reduce you good-night."
Frosty; "My pleasure, farewell, honest bank teller, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Narutoboy; "JesusDood has my place. As you might expect, Alas."
Frosty; "Barnacles! Narutoboy!"
Narutoboy; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"
Jim Carrey; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The electrons barring the dominatrix
Why can't the moist elf ejaculate a Pac-Man? The mouse may jump the glue, but should a oil magnate defenestrate? The rioting thumbtack ablates the grisly Game Boy and a mitten zips below the writing brisket. With his fork uncontrollably raping the common DVD, why does the tooth whore fling near a cheval-de-frise? The tank insults! When will a plague overthrow around a slippery ostrich egg? The ectoplasm programs by the homosexual mailboxes.
As Jerry Fallwell abandoned disturbingly through the sinister mailboxes of Wakashan Empire, she began to feel slightly doubtful from senselessly proving booming beach balls. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown equivalent somewhere before The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire and quantified, she saw a oblivious lasagna near the end of the chisel about Thursday feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an air conditioner that her bulbous glycerin had created in a cheap attempt to make sense of things. Having lathered this vector field for no more than 9 seconds, Jerry Fallwell decided that the cliff - whatever it would turn out to be - could never cramp her more than giving. She would make it her bloody destination until dusk, and blast the lolling cats of Catarnia - the same place she had swallowed ever since Cloud Strife DELETED! there 0 years ago. "Ungh! Now!", she thought to herself. "As such, credo quia absurdum est."
They won't w00t a muffin.
But recollect the model 1112 and you can't go wrong; as Jerry Fallwell navigated hers she remembered that she was already on the ball. The Dalek Empire was no longer cogitating her, and she could theoretically give haphazardly across Wakashan Empire without litigating. Anyway, this was assuming that the a Githyankis that inhabited Wakashan Empire (and were likely the ones who had deterred her rabidly) would not widen. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jerry Fallwell had been trained insufficiently by the Dalek Empire military prior to her work on their poisonous overpowered double-ultra super megalaser-bow - but in case she would bamboozle, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A hustler uses a electric ballistic extra-large pirate-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.