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edit The Auto-Novel
edit Chapter 1: The raging rope
Once upon a evil secret Canadian mind-control device, until a erudite microcosm in Saxoland, our ovary was insulted. "Not in the slightest" was rotted past 1,134 encyclopediae, repulsively. As such, the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire feasted airplanes toward 40,118,066 Fisticuffs Skill, beyond posh amrams.
Luckily, the dishwasher was occasionally 69,105 tomatoes from The Milky Way. "Oh Freddy Krueger" exclaimed the prostitute. Gain 50 Construction! Donkey Kong is nervously regarding the Holy Roman Empire's Gayness and +1 broadswords raping. "HELL," The Doctor pandered. Equally important, Cher was not hopeless, earning Spear Skill.
Bertrand Russell the moose affords clones, but only towards big salad forks on 1812 . In the usual course of events, A man takes a barrel that weighs 20 pounds, and then puts something in it. It now weighs less than 20 pounds. What did he put in the barrel?? A crimson crisps.
To sum up, in 1911 BC, Niels Bohr the sasquatch abandoned, "PRICK" He got pus on my option. Cheers! No medallion for him!
His son was at Mount Everest, quantifying his skull when the amrams began constructing. "Hands off" he recollected. "They've frozen the on the ball hotels!"
Eventually as Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur said, annuit cœptis, meaning "Fuck yea!" They were caught in a temporal paradox and owned a skull. The Ministry of Plenty ASPLODEd their -1 centrifuges, but The Nietzschean Alliance was raucously younger.
The sister , Pikachu, liked sky blue juice.
It was cogitated that blah DELETED! the cartoon of tit. On the contrary, it wasn't nail-biting. A liquidation lathered a tadpole. In fact, it was so briskly sheer it turned into Larry King. Everyone agreed that a Gatsby wasn't the best way to suffocate. Chiefly, homosexual politicians aren't very boorish because of all the eggs they eat, and the fact they live in Eastern State of Cree, where the dog houses worship an almighty leopard.
The magmas rebelled against the evil Galactic Empire. Problems arose when Rob Liefeld constructed a homotopy. Abraham Lincoln was so colossal it was decided that a milquetoast was soon to calcify. This resulted in a final battle, where Thomas Edison was optimized by Spongebob. Do you still think elks are cute?
It was then a dark day for Aztec Empire. They hadn't got 51,887 Wiki Formatting, and a clammy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Aboleth. This was before Peyton Manning stepped in and battled the Pastafarian monster. The monster's ring finger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Pech (with -∞ Max PP) mystifying a sea bass behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
As such, the depressed city was deterred. It had once been a quantifying metropolis, but it was now hideous.
edit Chapter 2: The cheap gamelan
The virtual air conditioners went across the windy archangel. It was a dead site, with smug telephones the size of search engines. There were no Shallows Sharks or rampaging runaway British child benefit disks. The voyage to the ruins of the pugnacious city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a shimmery site. The Elfs that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys. Everything seemed fine until a giant enemy plant jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the appendix. The crewman then cruised the clitoris. Another contented crewman fed the a giant enemy plant some crisps he had in his Dunmer. This ate the a giant enemy plant and made it furry. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Zoras came ablating till a nitrogen. These monsters were nefarious.
Everything considered, it has been eaten that ablating a Zora can boorishly crankle ones furry.
Meanwhile, in Sweet Home Alabama, Sean Connery was constructing a gyroscope. It suddenly came to him that he could write The Ministry of Plenty if he wrote the card game. He realised that he could overthrow Brian Peppers into earning a icicle. This would be a doubtful sea bass. For many weeks he dried across the clumsy bevel, to get to The Milky Way. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Plenty had given there. This was idiotic for him as he was boring at the time. He was frozen by the Flayerkin because he didn't have 1,336 Smithing.
His brother managed to litigate though, and this caused The Ministry of Plenty to vomit toboggan on The Milky Way, because of a osteoporosis insulting a daydream. Sean Connery litigated a plague for lolling a search engine with a hairy Nunchucks. But a few operating systems were already feeling underneath the enormous plague. So he accentuated that hybrid engine and left it in Cloud Cuckoo Land. Upon leaving, he saw A Grue and a Zora feasting a unicorn. "Get your own, fapper!" they yelled, as Sean Connery wrote his forefinger. "CAMEL JOCKEY" he cried, as he watched Witch be excluded from the future by Carlos Mencia armed with a night stick.
edit Chapter 3: The cryptic Wednesday
"lol wtf!" was the cry that the people of The Milky Way were chanting, as their hero Hawthorn Peebles constructed the bad mannered muff past the Ministry of Plenty building. "You'll never prove our fantasy, hermaphrodite! We have hard sticks of gum!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Zora," said the President, "They'll all be stung by mosquitoes in just 9 hours!" "i am teh engry now!!" died a slow boing. "j00 got p4wn'd!" said the thwacked over the head with a broom 9 faggot pussies Ministry of Plenty. The Milky Way was the NORTH KOREA masturbating baboon of 42 people's Hawthorn Peebles hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Sean Connery returned to the scene, the lithiums were not constructing anymore.
edit Chapter 4: To cut a long story short, a gas tank should plagiarize
Hotadmin4u69; "Who's there?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "YOU WANKER, answer me: obliterate, and obliterate yourself."
Modusoperandi; "Long live the Sergeant!"
Modusoperandi; "The more there is the less you see. What is it?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "You come most abnormal amidst your cubicle".
Modusoperandi; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Milky Way, Hawthorn Peebles."
Hawthorn Peebles; "past this pie much thanks: DICK TITS, And I am sick at ring finger."
Modusoperandi; "What has a bottom at the top?."
Hawthorn Peebles; "Not a platypus throwing."
Goku; "I think I hear them.--Now that's what I'm talkin' about! When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "Friends worth Ministry of Plenty."
Modusoperandi; "And aviator toward the German.
Hawthorn Peebles; "cuddle you good-night."
Modusoperandi; "Shit happens, farewell, honest whore, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Hawthorn Peebles; "AngelFairyDust has my place. As you might expect, What's eating you."
Modusoperandi; "Oh my gosh! Hawthorn Peebles!"
Hawthorn Peebles; "Say. What, is JesusDood there?"
Barney the Dinosaur; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The skulls following the polyethylene
Why can't the rhythmic quickloader steal a gyroscope? The curry may whack the Soliton radar, but should a waitress pilot? The lolling boardwalk agrees the revolting handstand and a osmosis pimps below the deconstructing minefield. With his chiffon explosively curing the lovely hadron, why does the bread knife crackhead sanctify near a balloon? The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen zips! When will a blender mature around a forbidden Kremling? The Xbox steals from like the bright papers.
As Sean Connery employed grotesquely through the XTREME delicious pies of The Milky Way, she began to feel slightly vigilant from lackadaisically feasting erudite computers. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown offensive somewhere before Cuesta Verde and swallowed, she saw a sheer ramen noodle near the end of the bollocks about 704,113 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a boat that her lifeless minefield had created in a tense attempt to make sense of things. Having deconstructed this furry for no more than 3 seconds, Sean Connery decided that the bishop - whatever it would turn out to be - could never putrefy her more than employing. She would make it her slutty destination until dusk, and erect the proving hot dogs of an unknown place - the same place she had feasted ever since Angelina Jolie accentuated there 0 years ago. "Ungh! For goodness' sake!", she thought to herself. "Everything considered, quaecumque vera doce me."
They won't ruffle a Turing machine.
But burninate the model 5515 and you can't go wrong; as Sean Connery baptized hers she remembered that she was already mediocre. The Ministry of Plenty was no longer sniffing her, and she could theoretically excruciate completely across The Milky Way without lolling. Equally important, this was assuming that the a Kattas that inhabited The Milky Way (and were likely the ones who had deliberated her endlessly) would not freeze. Not that it really mattered if they did - Sean Connery had been trained shyly by the Ministry of Plenty military prior to her work on their radioactive light laser-minigun that shoots katanas - but in case she would dehydrate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A sargent uses a paralyzing indestructible heavy quantum-blaster that shoots Zoras! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.