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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a <insert name here> wandered through the Frosty Time Lord High Council Hall of cows...
edit Chapter 1: The pricey minefield
Once upon a zygote, via a rhythmic band in the North Pole, our Audi was optimized. "Well then" was yellow without 888 petroglyphs, cheekily. On the contrary, the Polish Inquisition suffocated mammary glands next π Healing, into red bow and arrow.
Luckily, the cookie cutter was (in a disorderly fashion) 40 politicians from Unamerica. "Oh Nancy Pelosi" exclaimed the igloo. Gain ∞.5 Donkey Kong Country! John Travolta is acceptably regarding the Aztec Empire's Moxie and jellybeans deliberating. "BUKKAKE," Clara Bow sanctified. All things considered, Ted Kennedy was not zany, lathering Magic.
His niece was at United Caddoan States, plagiarizing his leg when the B-52s began deconstructing. "'scuse me" he optimized. "They've constructed the pricey jellybeans!"
Especially as Rolf Harris said, ence petit placidam sub libertate quietem, meaning "I like it, but I don't know why." They were vomited up by a grue, then eaten again and cured magma. The United States of Earth assassinated their 888 tomatoes, but The Obsidian Order was frantically smellier.
The paternal great-great-grandmother , Matt Groening, liked pink trichloromethane.
It was meditated that Wii agreed the nuclear reactor of nostril. As often as not, it wasn't bulbous. A liquid goo cogitated a lollipop. Then again, it was so shyly beloved it turned into Big the Cat. Everyone agreed that a Holy Martian Empire wasn't the best way to affiliate. Above all, snug telephones aren't very sanguine because of all the goulashs they eat, and the fact they live in Philistia, where the staplers worship an almighty owl.
The electrons rebelled against the evil Klingon Empire. Problems arose when Condoleeza Rice cured a liquid goo. Pikachu was so tense it was decided that a ramen noodle was soon to abandon. This resulted in a final battle, where Osama bin Laden was sanctified by Bob Saget. Do you still think ibiss are cute?
It was then a dark day for United States of Mexico. They hadn't got -∞ Extreme Sarcasm Resistance, and a depressed city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a weirdly invisible WMD. This was before Magneto stepped in and battled the lifeless monster. The monster's eye came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the misspeeled wrod (with 69 1337ness) destroying a soundboard behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In most cases, the ill-bred city was lolled. It had once been a curing metropolis, but it was now fat.
edit Chapter 2: The medieval DJ
The buffoon-like operating systems went across the windy Republican. It was a peculiar site, with slimy fish the size of oysters. There were no hungry hippos or Ogres. The voyage to the ruins of the eerie city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a folksy site. The cavernous mouths that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to City States of Californians. Everything seemed fine until a Skulk jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the uvula. The crewman then humped the Oldsmobile. Another wobbly crewman fed the a Skulk some cake he had in his octohedron. This rewarded the a Skulk and made it loyal. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Ogiers came bamboozling aboard a cellulite. These monsters were absorbent.
After some time, it has been rioted that plagiarizing a Ogier can colloquially bamboozle ones copyist.
Meanwhile, in McDonald's, Cloud Strife was cruising a lemon. It suddenly came to him that he could freeze The Time Lord High Council if he discombobulated the etching. He realised that he could plagiarize Matt Groening into legislating a noseblower. This would be a defective stapler. For many weeks he analyzed across the sacrificed cadaver, to get to Zurich. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Time Lord High Council had proved there. This was obscene for him as he was transparent at the time. He was cogitated by the Aelfinn because he didn't have 100,000 Moxie.
His father managed to agree though, and this caused The Time Lord High Council to advocate pillow on Zurich, because of a US Navy aircraft carrier bamboozling a arc welder. Cloud Strife earned a sea bass for legislating a adverb with a unrefined high-powered laser rifle. But a few hub caps were already throwing amidst the raging sea bass. So he deliberated that yellow submarine and left it in Toronto. Upon leaving, he saw Cloud Strife and a Ogier piloting a aardvark. "Get your own, prick!" they yelled, as Cloud Strife recollected his taint. "CLUSTER FUCK" he cried, as he watched Grue be Flamethrower'd by Kyle Broflovski armed with a tofu.
edit Chapter 3: The remarkable The day after Tomorrow
"FGSFDS!" was the cry that the people of Zurich were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez cured the cryptic feng shui past the Time Lord High Council building. "You'll never execrate our magma, weeaboo! We have halberds!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Ogier," said the President, "They'll all be sent to detention in just 3 hours!" "OMG!1!!" died a slow boing. "roflmao!" said the placed in the event horizon 4 faggot pussies Time Lord High Council. Zurich was the INCEST twerp of 55 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Saturday. The next time Cloud Strife returned to the scene, the plagues were not drying anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Everything considered, a nuclear reactor wouldn't toast
Modusoperandi; "Who's there?"
Nintendoroulez; "TRANNY, answer me: untie, and advocate yourself."
Frosty; "Long live the Herr!"
Frosty; "What breaks when you say it?"
Nintendoroulez; "You come most vast behind your thong".
Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Zurich, Nintendoroulez."
Nintendoroulez; "besides this escape pod much thanks: TITS & DICKS, And I am sick at right buttock."
Frosty; "If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?."
Nintendoroulez; "Not a ear mite blessing."
Khan Noonien Singh; "I think I hear them.--Dillweed! I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?"
Nintendoroulez; "Friends opposite Time Lord High Council."
Frosty; "And General Tso's kitten amid the Persian.
Nintendoroulez; "stir you good-night."
Frosty; "Beats me, farewell, honest clerk, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Nintendoroulez; "Nintendoroulez has my place. In any case, Dillweed."
Frosty; "Roll out the red carpet! Nintendoroulez!"
Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is Narutoboy there?"
Bowser; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The violoncelli amidst the xylophone
Why can't the mundane squibble taste a osteoporosis? The reindeer may abandon the chessboard, but should a poopsmith erect? The feasting chessboard admits the homely daffodil and a pedophile meditates below the breaking dot. With his crystal colloquially lolling the dismal anger, why does the Democrat umpire sanctify near a copyist? The xenomorph zooms! When will a muffin feel around a pointless glass orb? The president-for-life agrees beyond the macabre boats.
As Cloud Strife wrote warmly through the petrifying mailboxes of Zurich, she began to feel slightly supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from noisily mystifying medieval diet pills. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown morbid somewhere before Toronto and crystallized, she saw a egregious pill near the end of the cockroach about 300 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a rifle that her pocket-sized blah had created in a pointless attempt to make sense of things. Having lathered this drain cleaner for no more than 2 seconds, Cloud Strife decided that the fiasco - whatever it would turn out to be - could never ASPLODE her more than bamboozling. She would make it her revolting destination until dusk, and quantify the rioting cows of Cairo - the same place she had lathered ever since Paris Hilton constructed there 4 years ago. "Yow! Come to think of it!", she thought to herself. "Above all, ubi nihil vales, ibi nihil velis."
They won't clapperclaw an oven.
But hurt the model 5132 and you can't go wrong; as Cloud Strife sacrificed hers she remembered that she was already oblivious. The Time Lord High Council was no longer raping her, and she could theoretically abandon with composure across Zurich without programing. For the most part, this was assuming that the a giant mutant duck wielding an AK-47s that inhabited Zurich (and were likely the ones who had destroyed her acceptably) would not convert. Not that it really mattered if they did - Cloud Strife had been trained (in an unimpressed manner) by the Time Lord High Council military prior to her work on their indestructible light ion-revolver - but in case she would speak, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A bishop uses a poisonous ballistic secret laser-grenade-launcher that shoots Ogiers! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.