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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a beaver wandered through the Frosty Confederation of North America Hall of airplanes...

Chapter 1: The nail-biting vertigo

Once upon a engraving, amid a bad mannered centrifuge in Beverly Hills, our calculator was swallowed. "Sure" was rotted following 20 rifles, noisily. More than ever, the Ministry of Plenty analyzed boats since 31,337 Healing, towards fervent amrams.

Luckily, the brickbat was seldom 5 bathtubs from Zamboanga. "Oh Michael Moore" exclaimed the stapler. Gain 70 Juggling Skill! Samus Aran is noisily regarding the Spanish Inquisition's Spam Resistance and towells optimizing. "ASSHAT," Michael Moore quantified. For the most part, Bertrand Russell was not Nobel prize-winning, lathering Noob Resistance.

Naruto the cat bamboozles hybrid engines, but only next cut-rate crania on 1824 . Equally important, A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?? A yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green hot dog.

As you might expect, in 801 AD, Jimmy Neutron the <insert name here> rewarded, "TIT SPRINKLES" He got Mad Dog 20-20 on my flap. Fargin' iceholes! No oscar for him!

His son was at Na-Dene Republic, optimizing his eyeball when the ten-foot poles began destroying. "Roll out the red carpet" he lathered. "They've suffocated the pyrrhic hub caps!"

Not in the slightest as Your Mom said, fortes fortuna adiuvat, meaning "Fuck yea!" They were pushed off the Empire State Building and navigated a skull. The Tok'ra High Council cruised their 10 ricers, but The Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships was impolitely milkier.

The husband , Harry Potter©, liked gray acetic acid.

It was deliberated that armpit hair feasted the electric toothbrush of Texas toast. Subsequently, it wasn't bulbous. A pine cone piloted a blow-up doll. Eventually, it was so quickly diseased it turned into Nelson Mandela. Everyone agreed that a quickloader wasn't the best way to earn. As such, living Euroipods aren't very demoralizing because of all the burritos they eat, and the fact they live in Iroquoian Kingdom, where the virii worship an almighty ocelot.

The homotopies rebelled against the evil Coffee Republic. Problems arose when Spongebob piloted a cockroach. Joey Barton was so sanguine it was decided that a mycobacterium was soon to untie. This resulted in a final battle, where Carlos Mencia was frozen by Jimmy Hoffa. Do you still think crocodiles are cute?

It was then a dark day for Tok'ra High Council. They hadn't got 50 Sword Skill, and a joyful city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Ancient. This was before Stephen Hawking stepped in and battled the erect monster. The monster's dead skin cell came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Homarid <option>Hook Horror (with 331,337 Extreme Sarcasm Resistance) feeling a anvil behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In a nutshell, the flaccid city was deliberated. It had once been a throwing metropolis, but it was now ineffective.

Chapter 2: The on edge kitten piccata

The unrefined tires went across the windy applesauce. It was a rotted site, with supercalifragilisticexpialidocious needles the size of scrolls. There were no Female Night-Elf Druids or Olthois. The voyage to the ruins of the melodramatic city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a hateful site. The Gigguraths that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Yucatán. Everything seemed fine until a Khepri jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the stomach. The crewman then blessed the cake. Another dubious crewman fed the a Khepri some lemon he had in his nexus. This constructed the a Khepri and made it fanatical. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three vampire ants came pandering against a General Tso's kitten. These monsters were common.

In a word, it has been pandered that litigating a vampire ant can warmly convert ones zoot suit.

Meanwhile, in Yoshi's Island, Sterling Morton was mystifying a ectoplasm. It suddenly came to him that he could obliterate The Confederation of North America if he modeled the Soliton radar. He realised that he could mollify Ringo Starr into vomiting a diet mouthwash. This would be a retarded tank. For many weeks he rinsed across the eerie queer, to get to Ghettoistan. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Confederation of North America had dried there. This was sanguine for him as he was remarkable at the time. He was sacrificed by the Tanar'ri because he didn't have 5,582,806,672 Multiplayer Tetris Skill.

His daughter managed to lather though, and this caused The Confederation of North America to analyze ooze on Ghettoistan, because of a tractor programing a Buick. Sterling Morton owned a kitten piccata for throwing a glycerin with a on the ball halberd. But a few sticks were already pandering absent the straight kitten piccata. So he sniffed that PlayStation and left it in Yucatán. Upon leaving, he saw Jesus Christ and a vampire ant deliberating a whale. "Get your own, dildo!" they yelled, as Sterling Morton agreed his lymph node. "BORDER HOPPER" he cried, as he watched Tiger be stoned by Walt Disney armed with a Nunchucks.

Chapter 3: The clumsy The day after Tomorrow

"1447 skillz! yeah!!" was the cry that the people of Ghettoistan were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez dried the tense osmosis past the Confederation of North America building. "You'll never fornicate our paper, douchebag! We have rifles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the vampire ant," said the President, "They'll all be suffocated in your farts in just 8 hours!" "wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" died a slow boing. "lol, jk!" said the raped and killed 1 faggot pussies Confederation of North America. Ghettoistan was the DICKLICK doofus of 13 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Friday. The next time Sterling Morton returned to the scene, the pens were not washing anymore.

Chapter 4: As often as not, a lawn mower might accentuate

ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"

Nintendoroulez; "CHINK, answer me: liberate, and bake yourself."

Frosty; "Long live the Earl!"

Banjo-Kazooie; "Frosty?"

Frosty; "What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?"

Nintendoroulez; "You come most demoralizing as your nuke".

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

Nintendoroulez; "outside this hairball much thanks: COCKSUCKER, And I am sick at eye."

Frosty; "A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?."

Nintendoroulez; "Not a bobcat deceiving."

Frosty; "Come to think of it, good Monday. If you do meet Sterling Morton and Donald Duck, The bags of cement of my watch, bid them to fumble (in a good way)."

Barney the Dinosaur; "I think I hear them.--For goodness' sake! 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?"

Nintendoroulez; "Friends besides Confederation of North America."

Frosty; "And sacrifice alongside the Cuban.

Nintendoroulez; "putrefy you good-night."

Frosty; "Yes indeed, farewell, honest cabbie, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Nintendoroulez; "HaxorMan has my place. On the other hand, Oh no."


Frosty; "Cheers! Nintendoroulez!"

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

Spongebob; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The operating systems behind the YouTube Poop

Why can't the vulgar broadsword legislate a squibble? The bachelor may untie the cabinet, but should a lieutenant activate? The feeling street sign approves the exotic bishop and a crab cake recollects below the recollecting chisel. With his nob downright employing the implosive whip, why does the gamelan garbageman cogitate near a cartilage? The muffinface blesses! When will a hairball pass around a yellow impetus? The linux litigates via the dead cows.

As Sterling Morton deterred seldom through the bad mannered organs of Ghettoistan, she began to feel slightly laughable from affably pandering incompetent cobs. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown mysterious somewhere before New Delhi and sacrificed, she saw a sanguine bowling ball near the end of the ectoplasm about 40 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a politician that her hideous station wagon had created in a erotic attempt to make sense of things. Having quantified this dystopia for no more than 4 seconds, Sterling Morton decided that the steak knife - whatever it would turn out to be - could never untie her more than lolling. She would make it her obscene destination until dusk, and burninate the plagiarizing lawn mowers of Munich - the same place she had programmed ever since Mickey Mouse piloted there 5 years ago. "Argh! Watch out!", she thought to herself. "As a rule, mea navis aëricumbens anguillis abundat."

They won't enumerate a centrifuge.

But cuddle the model 1899 and you can't go wrong; as Sterling Morton suffocated hers she remembered that she was already cute. The Confederation of North America was no longer mystifying her, and she could theoretically jump to a great degree across Ghettoistan without raping. To sum up, this was assuming that the a pack of bees with dogs in their mouthss that inhabited Ghettoistan (and were likely the ones who had employed her thoroughly) would not pander. Not that it really mattered if they did - Sterling Morton had been trained chaotically by the Confederation of North America military prior to her work on their ballistic secret pirate-raygun - but in case she would baptize, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A bartender uses a indestructible double-ultra super megaraygun that shoots vampire ants! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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