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==Rules==
 
==Rules==

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Rules

  • Do not delete what has already been written, just improve it
  • Add as much as you want
  • Make what you want gramatically correct. For example, each sentence must have one noun and one verb.
  • Make sure you use mostly templates, not words.
  • Use only templates from Category:Mad Libs templates

The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a pig wandered through the Simsilikesims Ministry of Truth Hall of memos...

Chapter 1: The rotted glass orb

Once upon a octohedron, through a petrifying balloon in Basingrad, our zipper was absolved. "Whoopee" was bloody betwixt 1,000,000 hot dogs, offensively. Chiefly, the Alliance absolved cats by 250 Healing, by nail-biting jellybeans.

Luckily, the rickroll was nastily 100 hotels from Monster Island. "Oh Wario" exclaimed the ox. Gain π Wit! Paris Hilton is oddly regarding the Obsidian Order's Drunkenness and tofus employing. "GOD DAMN," Estelle Getty accentuated. By and large, Fatty Arbuckle was not idiotic, breaking Speed.

Wario the rhino dries tubes, but only under posh tubes on 4862 . More than ever, What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?? A off-off-white apple.

Subsequently, in 1462 AD, Bozo the aardvark vomited, "DOUCHING" He got paint on my antibacterial. Okay! No shiny certificate for him!

His ex-wife was at cyberspace, agreeing his ankle when the knives began destroying. "Whoopee" he modeled. "They've washed the slutty violoncelli!"

Equally important as Pablo Picasso said, et suppositio nil ponit in esse, meaning "I like it, but I don't know why." They were made into a strange Internet fad and accentuated a telephone. The Alliance discombobulated their 30 organs, but The United States of Earth was clearly higher.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur, liked turquoise white wine.

It was quantified that pedophile cogitated the Pokémon of answer. In a nutshell, it wasn't buffoon-like. A diet coke meditated a tofu. In any case, it was so nervously grue-like it turned into Hulk Hogan. Everyone agreed that a paycheck wasn't the best way to bless. In contrast, repugnant brooms aren't very lazy because of all the chipss they eat, and the fact they live in Shawnee Republic, where the air conditioners worship an almighty crocodile.

The magmas rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Harry Potter™ earned a disaster. Gordon Brown was so boorish it was decided that a dead flounder was soon to whack. This resulted in a final battle, where Niels Bohr was deliberated by Ronald McDonald. Do you still think cats are cute?

It was then a dark day for Borg Collective. They hadn't got Thursday Resistance to resistance, and a megalomaniacal city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Gnorc. This was before Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur stepped in and battled the cosmic monster. The monster's arm came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Ainu (with 65 Age) drying a age behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In conclusion, the uncivilized city was programmed. It had once been a cruising metropolis, but it was now offensive.

Chapter 2: The sensual lighting

The heterosexual fish went across the windy plasma cannon. It was a idiotic site, with opaque telephones the size of diesel engines. There were no Chakoyas or K'naths. The voyage to the ruins of the emancipated city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a emaciated site. The smooth criminals that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Bouvet Island. Everything seemed fine until a Bosmer jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the pubic hair. The crewman then discombobulated the love. Another on the ball crewman fed the a Bosmer some chips he had in his oxygen. This DELETED! the a Bosmer and made it pugnacious. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Yagudos came feasting off a icicle. These monsters were cute.

By and large, it has been recollected that navigating a Yagudo can blaringly google ones prostate.

Meanwhile, in Danelaw, Harry Potter™ was meditating a fluorescent light. It suddenly came to him that he could abandon The Ministry of Truth if he navigated the Buick. He realised that he could baste Bowser into employing a flagella. This would be a unbalanced disaster. For many weeks he rioted across the transparent peacock, to get to Frogland. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Truth had cured there. This was coruscating for him as he was spontaneous at the time. He was deliberated by the grammar crazed Wikipedian because he didn't have 666 Healing.

His brother managed to ablate though, and this caused The Ministry of Truth to toast riddle on Frogland, because of a ox agreeing a stick. Harry Potter™ feasted a suicide bomber for proving a mountain with a hairless WMD. But a few boats were already rioting till the uncivilized suicide bomber. So he deceived that liquid goo and left it in Sicily. Upon leaving, he saw Scooter Libby and a Yagudo navigating a goat. "Get your own, prick!" they yelled, as Harry Potter™ broke his thigh. "NIPPLES" he cried, as he watched Ninja be incinerated by Ronald Reagan armed with a shark with laser-beam.

Chapter 3: The unreliable Saturday

"ur gay. lol!" was the cry that the people of Frogland were chanting, as their hero JesusDood deconstructed the nail-biting alcohol past the Ministry of Truth building. "You'll never fart our hovel, shit for brains! We have leashes!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Yagudo," said the President, "They'll all be fired by your boss in just 4 hours!" "1447 skillz! yeah!!" died a slow boing. "haxor!11!" said the sliced by a falling icicle 2 faggot pussies Ministry of Truth. Frogland was the BLOWJOB chump of 80 people's JesusDood hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Harry Potter™ returned to the scene, the reindeer were not deliberating anymore.

Chapter 4: In any case, a balloon shouldn't orate

Frosty; "Who's there?"

JesusDood; "JIGGABOO, answer me: hack, and delay yourself."

Simsilikesims; "Long live the Mr.!"

John Travolta; "Simsilikesims?"

Simsilikesims; "A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?"

JesusDood; "You come most sheer aboard your stapler".

Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Frogland, JesusDood."

JesusDood; "via this Nintendo much thanks: SHITSLINGING, And I am sick at large intestine."

Simsilikesims; "I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?."

JesusDood; "Not a jellyfish cogitating."

Simsilikesims; "Hands off, good The day after Tomorrow. If you do meet Harry Potter™ and Matt Groening, The magmas until my watch, bid them to riot unsympathetically."

Jimmy Neutron; "I think I hear them.--Oh boy! Why is there a dead Pakistani on my couch?"

JesusDood; "Friends as Ministry of Truth."

Simsilikesims; "And bear during the Arabian.

JesusDood; "veto you good-night."

Simsilikesims; "Absolute ruin, farewell, honest soldier, Who hath reliev'd you?"

JesusDood; "AngelFairyDust has my place. On the whole, By all means."


Simsilikesims; "Cakesniffer! JesusDood!"

JesusDood; "Say. What, is JesusDood there?"

Peyton Manning; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The iron curtains opposite the sea bass

Why can't the rotted ox recollect a president-for-life? The flap may hack & slash the espresso, but should a clerk subpoena? The throwing hitman removes the barbarous nystagmus and a chiffon lathers below the giving Mazda. With his Pontiac cryptically agreeing the rotted lens, why does the Green Lantern ring teacher defenestrate near a terracotta? The nob earns! When will a diode assassinate around a rickety lubricant? The cowbell insults off the XTREME pastries.

As Harry Potter™ suffocated shyly through the enormous DNA sequences of Frogland, she began to feel slightly idiotic from nonchalantly sanctifying quick operating theaters. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown equivalent somewhere before The City of Blinding Lights and quantified, she saw a cozy terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER near the end of the nostalgia about eleventy billion feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a diesel engine that her dead communist had created in a cute attempt to make sense of things. Having sanctified this muffinface for no more than 2 seconds, Harry Potter™ decided that the CD - whatever it would turn out to be - could never add her more than maturing. She would make it her lavish destination until dusk, and baste the drying balloons of iRaq - the same place she had frozen ever since Jimmy Neutron deceived there 3 years ago. "Yow! Hey presto!", she thought to herself. "In fact, sine qua non."

They won't crystallize cartilage.

But ejaculate the model 2531 and you can't go wrong; as Harry Potter™ accentuated hers she remembered that she was already well-to-do. The Ministry of Truth was no longer proving her, and she could theoretically spit downright across Frogland without insulting. As you might expect, this was assuming that the a Moomins that inhabited Frogland (and were likely the ones who had given her offensively) would not rebel. Not that it really mattered if they did - Harry Potter™ had been trained lackadaisically by the Ministry of Truth military prior to her work on their deadly gun that shoots Yagudos - but in case she would orate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A joker uses a useless biological rough phaser-gun that shoots Yagudos! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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