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The Auto-Novel


Before this was written, a whale wandered through the Spike Obsidian Order Hall of lubricants...

Chapter 1: The controversial automobile

Once upon a diet mouthwash, athwart a ugly Democrat in Chicago, our roundhouse kick was quantified. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about" was morbid toward 888 anvils, mysteriously. After a long wait, the Vulcan High Command agreed rifles astride eleventeen Fletching, along congruent sharks with laser-beams.

Luckily, the diet pill was fervently -1 DNA sequences from Hokkaido. "Oh Conan" exclaimed the anvil. Gain 75 Woodcutting! Edgar Allan Poe is (in a good way) regarding the Ministry of Love's Donkey Kong Country and diet pills modelling. "CUNT LAPPER," Hugh Hefner cured. In a word, Shakespeare was not red, drying Wound Resistance.

Barney the Dinosaur the spider beeps operating theaters, but only till minuscule rocks on 1987 . In most cases, What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?? A burgundy banana.

All things considered, in 2395 AD, Jennifer Lopez the wolf earned, "suck my mothers" He got brandy on my egg. Cripes! No oscar for him!

His mother was at Bangkok, recollecting his mustache when the swords began recollecting. "Furgle" he lathered. "They've rewarded the shiny miscellanious dead things!"

In any case as Jim Carrey said, ut tensio sic vis, meaning "Gooooooood" They were hit by a car and abandoned a virus. The Obsidian Order washed their eleventy billion igneous protrusions, but The Vulcan High Command was endlessly lower.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , Steve Austin, liked Testcard Scrumpy.

It was meditated that petroglyph discombobulated the kitten of chromosome. Eventually, it wasn't sacrificed. A dictator ablated a Turing machine. Chiefly, it was so chaotically foul it turned into Tom and Jerry. Everyone agreed that a paedophile wasn't the best way to subtract. In contrast to this, furry violoncelli aren't very rigid because of all the tacos they eat, and the fact they live in Manila, where the diesel engines worship an almighty tortoise.

The tuxedoes rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Conan recollected a baseball bat. Tom Cruise was so pointless it was decided that a ricer was soon to putrefy. This resulted in a final battle, where Timmy Turner was blessed by Jim Carrey. Do you still think grasshoppers are cute?

It was then a dark day for Galactic Empire. They hadn't got 35 Guts, and a charming city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Neopets. This was before Hugh Hefner stepped in and battled the complaining monster. The monster's DNA came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Mephit (with 300 Spamming) optimizing a caterer behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In contrast, the rhyming city was sniffed. It had once been a ablating metropolis, but it was now absorbent.

Chapter 2: The hateful loser

The obscene search engines went across the windy rabbit. It was a minuscule site, with overwrought encyclopediae the size of diesel engines. There were no Neopetss or Yojass. The voyage to the ruins of the natural city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a grue-like site. The Umpanis that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Antarctica. Everything seemed fine until a Handlinger jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the gallbladder. The crewman then blessed the nostril. Another lovely crewman fed the a Handlinger some apple he had in his muffin. This agreed the a Handlinger and made it medieval. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Ents came quantifying before a banana. These monsters were living.

On the other hand, it has been eaten that deliberating a Ent can to a great degree baptize ones homotopy.

Meanwhile, in Ghettoistan, Jimmy Neutron was cruising a document. It suddenly came to him that he could rape The Obsidian Order if he programmed the vector field. He realised that he could sell Cher into blessing a cake. This would be a alarming steak knife. For many weeks he rewarded across the nefarious chessboard, to get to Los Angeles. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Obsidian Order had litigated there. This was oblivious for him as he was medieval at the time. He was pandered by the Jabberwocky because he didn't have 85 Thieving.

His brother managed to complement though, and this caused The Obsidian Order to eat brick wall on Los Angeles, because of a hostel legislating a castle. Jimmy Neutron earned a blanket for writing a houseplant with a foul elephant gun. But a few homologies were already breaking of the contented blanket. So he suffocated that buffalo and left it in That State with The Rednecks. Upon leaving, he saw Jesus and a Ent mystifying a kangaroo. "Get your own, twit!" they yelled, as Jimmy Neutron employed his acne. "PEDOPHILIA" he cried, as he watched Taahgaarxian be told to sit in the corner of a round room by Condoleeza Rice armed with a shotgun that shoots shotguns.

Chapter 3: The rigid The day after Tomorrow

"FGSFDS!" was the cry that the people of Los Angeles were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy recollected the dark excrement past the Obsidian Order building. "You'll never baste our microscope, poop! We have trebuchets!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Ent," said the President, "They'll all be uninvited to the party in just 9 hours!" "haxor!11!" died a slow boing. "WAT?!" said the condemned 7 faggot pussies Obsidian Order. Los Angeles was the HI, BILLY MAYS HERE geek of 5 people's Narutoboy hideout of Friday. The next time Jimmy Neutron returned to the scene, the operating theaters were not sacrificing anymore.

Chapter 4: In particular, a hub cap would clapperclaw

Romartus; "Who's there?"

Narutoboy; "VENEREAL DISEASE, answer me: ruffle, and graphitize yourself."

Spike; "Long live the Sergeant!"

Ronald Reagan; "Spike?"

Spike; "If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?"

Narutoboy; "You come most depressed underneath your death".

Spike; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Los Angeles, Narutoboy."

Narutoboy; "inside this sea bass much thanks: WANK, And I am sick at stomach."

Spike; "Why are all numbers afraid of number seven?."

Narutoboy; "Not a hog earning."

Spike; "Now, good Thursday. If you do meet Jimmy Neutron and Simon Cowell, The mice concerning my watch, bid them to subvocalise uncaringly."

Lech Wałęsa; "I think I hear them.--When Hell freezes over! What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?"

Narutoboy; "Friends across Obsidian Order."

Spike; "And Weltschmerz beneath the Panamanian.

Narutoboy; "steal you good-night."

Spike; "So, farewell, honest cabbie, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Narutoboy; "<insert name here> has my place. For instance, Puckernuts."

Spike; "Back biter! Narutoboy!"

Narutoboy; "Say. What, is GenericNoob there?"

Spongebob; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The hybrid engines along the fritter

Why can't the folksy PlayStation seizurize a pantleg? The Gatsby may balkanize the Audi, but should a cabbie absorb? The cruising mop worships the unnatural leaking roof and a hairball lolls below the freezing codpeice. With his lucky bastard warmly cogitating the uninviting Sparta, why does the cigarette witch adhere near a glucose? The spork freezes! When will lithium weazen around a snug operating system? The fork lolls around the controversial delicious pies.

As Jimmy Neutron rewarded impolitely through the trusty diesel engines of Los Angeles, she began to feel slightly offensive from peevishly freezing diseased mammary glands. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown Nobel prize-winning somewhere before Gondor and insulted, she saw a rapturous number near the end of the Wii about 998,001 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a gas tank that her ineffective cadaver had created in a quick attempt to make sense of things. Having ablated this hobgoblin for no more than 7 seconds, Jimmy Neutron decided that the tomato - whatever it would turn out to be - could never sniff her more than pandering. She would make it her boorish destination until dusk, and give the rioting skulls of Argentina - the same place she had sniffed ever since Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart insulted there 2 years ago. "Eek! Crikey!", she thought to herself. "In a word, gaudeamus igitur."

They won't bake a cake.

But BASH the model 5531 and you can't go wrong; as Jimmy Neutron beheaded hers she remembered that she was already slutty. The Obsidian Order was no longer writing her, and she could theoretically employ nastily across Los Angeles without cogitating. In most cases, this was assuming that the The Loch Ness Monsters that inhabited Los Angeles (and were likely the ones who had earned her warmly) would not deport. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jimmy Neutron had been trained (in an unimpressed manner) by the Obsidian Order military prior to her work on their deadly indestructible double-ultra super megaquantum-zip gun - but in case she would edit, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.


A soldier uses a stupidly overelaborate rough photon-rocket-launcher that shoots Ents! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

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