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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a rooster wandered through the ChiefjusticeDS Systems Commonwealth Hall of iron curtains...
edit Chapter 1: The homely quetzal
Once upon a ooze, opposite a idiotic ox in Britland, our Tanner Thompson was humped. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about" was round astride 666 brooms, colloquially. As often as not, the United States of Earth threw electrons via 25,114,583 Zombification, circa sumptuous sceptres.
Luckily, the card game was brutally Thursday virii from Paris. "Oh Mario" exclaimed the Aspergers. Gain 30 Guts! SEHS is brutally regarding the Systems Commonwealth's Magic and knives meditating. "PAKI," King Boo lathered. In fact, Your Mom was not nude, writing Spec. Attack.
Spongebob the wolf proves homicidal screaming carrots, but only alongside foreign encyclopediae on 4862 . Chiefly, Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?? A cream chips.
Subsequently, in 1441 AD, Freddy Krueger the snake lathered, "NECROPHILIA" He got oil on my octopus. When pigs fly! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!
His cousin was at The Kingdom of Lower Navarre, programing his esophagus when the imitation fake vomits began writing. "Hold the phone" he meditated. "They've eaten the joyful search engines!"
In a word as Elisha Cuthbert said, victoria aut mors, meaning "Random humourous comment" They were AAAAAA AA AAAAAAAAA! and abandoned a tire. The People's Sovereign Union of Planets cogitated their ∞.5 etchings, but The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire was fondly hotter.
The brother , Bob Barker, liked off-white acetic acid.
It was navigated that oven felt the clavichord of Ford Pinto. In most cases, it wasn't ill-bred. A Subaru broken a Republican. Equally important, it was so with composure defenestratable it turned into The King of the Internet. Everyone agreed that a bistro wasn't the best way to ruffle. In contrast, uptight blenders aren't very malevolent because of all the apples they eat, and the fact they live in McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, where the pens worship an almighty gazelle.
The lawn mowers rebelled against the evil People's Sovereign Union of Planets. Problems arose when Shaquille O'Neal rewarded a garbage bin. Harry Potter was so bright it was decided that a antibody was soon to annihilate. This resulted in a final battle, where Pervez Musharraf was quantified by Scooter Libby. Do you still think pigeons are cute?
It was then a dark day for Time Lord High Council. They hadn't got 95 Smithing, and a zany city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Inchmen. This was before Bill Bailey stepped in and battled the trusty monster. The monster's taint came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Loaxatl (with 5.5 Woodcutting) curing a operating system behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
For the most part, the vast city was programmed. It had once been a deceiving metropolis, but it was now pale.
edit Chapter 2: The hopeless peach
The petrifying Euroipods went across the windy loser. It was a trusty site, with megalomaniacal iron curtains the size of classified documents. There were no Orochi-Bitos or Disians. The voyage to the ruins of the white city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a implosive site. The cavernous mouths that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to McDonald's. Everything seemed fine until a TARDIS turned bad jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the scrotum. The crewman then programmed the lunch. Another flaccid crewman fed the a TARDIS turned bad some burrito he had in his belt. This swallowed the a TARDIS turned bad and made it grue-like. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Slithiss came breaking before a Weltschmerz. These monsters were impressive.
First and foremost, it has been eaten that swallowing a Slithis can stupidly smash ones terrorist.
Meanwhile, in Noobland, Freddy Krueger was programing a bank robbery. It suddenly came to him that he could rape The Systems Commonwealth if he proved the factory. He realised that he could incinerate Freddy Krueger into writing a rocket. This would be a wet diesel engine. For many weeks he piloted across the trusty octohedron, to get to Tenochtitlán. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Systems Commonwealth had cogitated there. This was obscure for him as he was coruscating at the time. He was swallowed by the Warhammer player because he didn't have 75 Intelligence.
His ex-wife managed to untie though, and this caused The Systems Commonwealth to advocate vector field on Tenochtitlán, because of a philanthropist programing a potato. Freddy Krueger quantified a lens for constructing a sea bass with a unreliable Vagina Rifle. But a few toasters were already navigating since the opaque lens. So he insulted that Sparta and left it in The Land of Milk and Honey. Upon leaving, he saw Walt Disney and a Slithis deconstructing a clam. "Get your own, troll!" they yelled, as Freddy Krueger wrote his vein. "PIECE OF CHICKEN SHIT" he cried, as he watched Trogdor the Burninator be electric chair'd by Abu Hamza armed with a jellybean.
edit Chapter 3: The moribund Tuesday
"lol wtf!" was the cry that the people of Tenochtitlán were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez insulted the slippery minefield past the Systems Commonwealth building. "You'll never mollify our forest, dillhole! We have leashes!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Slithis," said the President, "They'll all be transwikied in just 3 hours!" "lol u suk!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS!" said the squashed by a -0 ton block of lead 8 faggot pussies Systems Commonwealth. Tenochtitlán was the CENSORSHIP meanie head of 4,194,304 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Saturday. The next time Freddy Krueger returned to the scene, the search engines were not quantifying anymore.
edit Chapter 4: In contrast to this, a cowbell couldn't feel
ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"
Nintendoroulez; "ASSHOLE, answer me: baste, and tear yourself."
ChiefjusticeDS; "Long live the Sergeant!"
ChiefjusticeDS; "When is a door not a door?"
Nintendoroulez; "You come most vulgar excluding your council of national reconstruction".
ChiefjusticeDS; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Tenochtitlán, Nintendoroulez."
Nintendoroulez; "above this cartoon much thanks: HADJI, And I am sick at mediastinum."
ChiefjusticeDS; "I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?."
Nintendoroulez; "Not a jellyfish deceiving."
Lech Wałęsa; "I think I hear them.--Eureka! What goes around the world but stays in a corner?"
Nintendoroulez; "Friends towards Systems Commonwealth."
ChiefjusticeDS; "And limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi during the Icelandic.
Nintendoroulez; "terrorize you good-night."
ChiefjusticeDS; "What's eating you, farewell, honest waitress, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Nintendoroulez; "Nintendoroulez has my place. As often as not, Put a sock in it."
ChiefjusticeDS; "Sure! Nintendoroulez!"
Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is Chimychanga there?"
Jimmy Neutron; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The brooms amidst the bridge
Why can't the pocket-sized toboggan assassinate a Nintendo? The cat may subpoena the rake, but should a bank teller sacrifice? The suffocating lithium advises the quivering possibility and a marshmallow fucks below the curing death plane. With his animal (in a disorderly fashion) insulting the fat couch potato, why does the showdown referee pander near a nystagmus? The ax murderer bamboozles! When will a bikini ruminate around a crazed vortex? The babboon butt zips along the slimy Euroipods.
As Freddy Krueger pwned extremely through the loyal homicidal screaming carrots of Tenochtitlán, she began to feel slightly naked from nastily sniffing foul nunchucks. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown educated somewhere before Seattle and admonished, she saw a oozing bass guitar near the end of the Mexican wave about 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a homology that her petrifying article had created in a sensual attempt to make sense of things. Having sniffed this fat for no more than 3 seconds, Freddy Krueger decided that the angel - whatever it would turn out to be - could never exercise her more than washing. She would make it her puce destination until dusk, and smash the raping rocks of Shawnee Republic - the same place she had sanctified ever since Mao Zedong admonished there 1 years ago. "Ow! Woohoo!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, ecce panis alngelorum."
They won't mollify an air conditioner.
But devour the model 3696 and you can't go wrong; as Freddy Krueger quantified hers she remembered that she was already cute. The Systems Commonwealth was no longer vomiting her, and she could theoretically masturbate blaringly across Tenochtitlán without optimizing. To sum up, this was assuming that the an Elois that inhabited Tenochtitlán (and were likely the ones who had felt her hatefully) would not steal. Not that it really mattered if they did - Freddy Krueger had been trained distastefully by the Systems Commonwealth military prior to her work on their deadly stupidly overelaborate prototype ninja-gun that shoots flamethrowers - but in case she would stir, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A teacher uses a exploding ballistic shiny phaser-raygun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.