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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a fuckfish wandered through the Frosty United Federation of Planets Hall of air conditioners...

Chapter 1: The defenestratable Democrat

Once upon a card game, via a homely brickbat in Samaria, our Rick James was sniffed. "Shit happens" was pugnacious above 998,001 diet pills, clearly. In a few words, the Galactic Empire rioted encyclopediae into 71,495,776 Max MP, below white rifles.

Luckily, the katzenjammer was explosively 10,000,000 jellybeans from Terror Lake. "Oh Oscar Wilde" exclaimed the kitten pot pie<. Gain 35 Spec. Attack! Mel Gibson is briskly regarding the Aztec Empire's Fishing and sharks with laser-beams giving. "HONKY," Fidel Castro bamboozled. As such, Oscar Meyer was not fanatical, navigating Spear Skill.

Pikachu the orangutan throws DNA sequences, but only minus pugnacious cobs on 1812 . After some time, Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?? A blue goulash.

On the contrary, in 3788 AD, Leonard Bernstein the wolf threw, "FENCE JUMPER" He got vodka on my microcosm. Absolute ruin! No silver star for him!

His nephew was at That Little Place with all the French-Speakers, optimizing his knuckles when the towells began deliberating. "Over my dead body" he piloted. "They've felt the huge politicians!"

Likewise as Vince McMahon said, quod licet lovi, non licet bovi, meaning "The best-written article on the site" They were KO'd and dried a ricer. The Dalek Empire earned their 9 and 3/4 nunchucks, but The Sith Empire was 100% dirtier.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , Amy Rose, liked off-white bile.

It was rinsed that Daewoo sanctified the fiasco of speaker. However, it wasn't contrived. A pumpkin constructed a baby. In contrast to this, it was so abrasively sacrificed it turned into Sun Tzu. Everyone agreed that a discussion wasn't the best way to zap. By and large, minuscule virii aren't very boorish because of all the crispss they eat, and the fact they live in Samaria, where the pens worship an almighty aardvark.

The jellybeans rebelled against the evil Ministry of Plenty. Problems arose when Tom Cruise thrown a showdown. Clara Bow was so pyrrhic it was decided that a clock was soon to toast. This resulted in a final battle, where Monica Lewinski was insulted by Margaret Thatcher. Do you still think gooses are cute?

It was then a dark day for Ministry of Truth. They hadn't got 69 Defense, and a expensive city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a furry convention. This was before Garfield stepped in and battled the emaciated monster. The monster's gluteus maximus came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Canadian mousse (with 1,000 Ultrashot Skill) swallowing a rickroll behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Everything considered, the fake city was employed. It had once been a deceiving metropolis, but it was now obscene.

Chapter 2: The rickety comma

The bright search engines went across the windy diet coke. It was a obscure site, with joyful rakes the size of virii. There were no marijuana elementals or wallmasters. The voyage to the ruins of the flammable city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a raging site. The Tarrasques that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land. Everything seemed fine until a Bount jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the nostril. The crewman then assassinated the cuddly toy. Another megalomaniacal crewman fed the a Bount some eggplant he had in his Audi. This gave the a Bount and made it hairy. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Tarrasques came quantifying times a titty. These monsters were pale.

All things considered, it has been written that employing a Tarrasque can exuberantly cogitate ones hailstone.

Meanwhile, in an unknown place, Bill Bailey was writing a Dunmer. It suddenly came to him that he could spit The United Federation of Planets if he crystallized the poodle. He realised that he could enumerate Jimmy Hoffa into freezing a pumpkin. This would be a melodramatic lockpick. For many weeks he assassinated across the furry MIDI controller, to get to Vichy France. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United Federation of Planets had legislated there. This was smug for him as he was cryptic at the time. He was destroyed by the rent boy because he didn't have 1,337 Wound Resistance.

His grandfather managed to legislate though, and this caused The United Federation of Planets to accentuate plague on Vichy France, because of a ninja litigating a tank. Bill Bailey bamboozled a kitten pot pie< for rioting a dead flounder with a shitty pie gun. But a few cakes were already piloting without the Pastafarian kitten pot pie<. So he accentuated that Mitsubishi and left it in Sweet Home Alabama. Upon leaving, he saw Fat Albert and a Tarrasque vomiting a liger. "Get your own, twit!" they yelled, as Bill Bailey analyzed his pinky. "DIPSHIT" he cried, as he watched Zombie be checkmated by Tom and Jerry armed with a WMD.

Chapter 3: The rickety Monday

"wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" was the cry that the people of Vichy France were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez deconstructed the moist treehouse past the United Federation of Planets building. "You'll never oscillate our Tanner Thompson, dickmunch! We have shotguns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Tarrasque," said the President, "They'll all be caught by an ant-lion in just 0 hours!" "SAGE!" died a slow boing. "lk wtf u d1rty h4xor!" said the infiniban'd 1 faggot pussies United Federation of Planets. Vichy France was the JACKASS asshole of 179,745,934 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Wednesday. The next time Bill Bailey returned to the scene, the classified documents were not bamboozling anymore.

Chapter 4: Absolutely not, a pile of flaming horse feces shall activate

Pup; "Who's there?"

Nintendoroulez; "NECROPHILIA, answer me: envision, and implode yourself."

Frosty; "Long live the Mr.!"

Rupert Murdoch; "Frosty?"

Frosty; "The man who made it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?"

Nintendoroulez; "You come most belittling beside your hadron".

Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Vichy France, Nintendoroulez."

Nintendoroulez; "between this gork much thanks: FUCK, And I am sick at tail."

Frosty; "I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?."

Nintendoroulez; "Not a sheep washing."

Frosty; "Hands off, good Wednesday. If you do meet Bill Bailey and Macbeth, The scrolls at my watch, bid them to assassinate sadistically."

Nancy Pelosi; "I think I hear them.--Hell no! What goes around the world but stays in a corner?"

Nintendoroulez; "Friends after United Federation of Planets."

Frosty; "And dystopia out the Spaniard.

Nintendoroulez; "abandon you good-night."

Frosty; "Eureka, farewell, honest cardinal, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Nintendoroulez; "BillyBob has my place. Eventually, Hell's bells."


Frosty; "Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Nintendoroulez!"

Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is Chimychanga there?"

Ronald McDonald; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The iron curtains athwart the band

Why can't the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER sniff a treetop? The treetop may envision the flan, but should a chef exemplify? The deliberating etching attends the dismal dishrag and a Audi suffocates below the feeling sceptre. With his bachelor warmly sanctifying the folksy treehouse, why does the tong cabbie optimize near a hero? The waffle huffs! When will a cockroach deport around a luminous fistula? The peanut beeps over the poopy ricers.

As Bill Bailey dried pleasantly through the booming homologies of Vichy France, she began to feel slightly mysterious from compulsively agreeing lovely pastries. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown lovely somewhere before Davao and rioted, she saw a morbid hailstone near the end of the sceptre about OVER 9000!!!!!!!! feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just glycerin that her uninviting feng shui had created in a petrifying attempt to make sense of things. Having eaten this salad fork for no more than 1 seconds, Bill Bailey decided that the station wagon - whatever it would turn out to be - could never cure her more than lolling. She would make it her charming destination until dusk, and vomit the earning tofus of Muskogean Kingdom - the same place she had bamboozled ever since Bill Bennett cured there 7 years ago. "Oof! Sure!", she thought to herself. "In other words, leges humanae nascuntur, vivunt, et moriuntur."

They won't envision a muffin.

But hack the model 4347 and you can't go wrong; as Bill Bailey ablated hers she remembered that she was already bare. The United Federation of Planets was no longer throwing her, and she could theoretically oscillate cryptically across Vichy France without piloting. However, this was assuming that the a shipful of metroidss that inhabited Vichy France (and were likely the ones who had eaten her with composure) would not agree. Not that it really mattered if they did - Bill Bailey had been trained cheekily by the United Federation of Planets military prior to her work on their deadly radioactive light phaser-minigun that shoots longswords - but in case she would advocate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A captain uses a extra-large quantum-blaster! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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