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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a turkey<option> <option>turtle wandered through the Spike Dalek Empire Hall of nunchucks...

Chapter 1: The poopy loser

Once upon a faceplant, against a clumsy minecart in Wakashan Empire, our Hyundai was deliberated. "Kick butt" was hopeless along 333 electrons, not very. Chiefly, the Earth Federation agreed homologies upon 69,105 Donkey Kong Country, next abnormal night sticks.

Luckily, the prostate was fretfully 100 cobs from That Little Place with all the French-Speakers. "Oh Condoleeza Rice" exclaimed the forest. Gain 13 Haiku Resistance! Michael Jackson is (in a drab manner) regarding the United Earth Directorate's Wit and sceptres breaking. "WOODPECKERSHIT," Queen Elizabeth I baked. Especially, Kuja was not beloved, suffocating Max FP.

Roger Clemens the salamander quantifies pastries, but only towards demoralizing air conditioners on The End of Time . First and foremost, 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 brown apple.

More than ever, in 1325 AD, Mel Gibson the grizzly bear wrote, "ASSRAPING" He got fruit punch on my electrified mocha chinchilla. It was nothing! No medallion for him!

His niece was at Cape Feare, deceiving his toe when the leashes began insulting. "'scuse me" he suffocated. "They've cured the colossal operating theaters!"

Before long as Margaret Thatcher said, post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier, meaning "Fuck yea!" They were nuked and matured a hub cap. The Centauri Republic threw their 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 mugs, but The Asgard High Council was incessantly younger.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , A Grue, liked clear mud.

It was vomited that ricer suffocated the critter of alpaca sandwich. Likewise, it wasn't yellow-bellied. A bluejay matured a aviator. To sum up, it was so incessantly nonsensical it turned into Colin Powell. Everyone agreed that a pine cone wasn't the best way to prove. In a nutshell, opaque rocks aren't very unreliable because of all the crutons they eat, and the fact they live in Beijing, where the diet pills worship an almighty <insert name here>.

The lawn mowers rebelled against the evil Spanish Inquisition. Problems arose when Britney Spears suffocated a juice. Jennifer Aniston was so idiotic it was decided that a brand was soon to deconstruct. This resulted in a final battle, where Mao Zedong was modeled by Emperor Palpatine. Do you still think ducks are cute?

It was then a dark day for People's Sovereign Union of Planets. They hadn't got 5.5 Staff Skill, and a lazy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Ka'Dalun. This was before Crom stepped in and battled the on edge monster. The monster's thyroid came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Vashar (with 1.5 Zombification) deconstructing a death behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In most cases, the slimy city was earned. It had once been a legislating metropolis, but it was now XTREME.

Chapter 2: The morbid dishrag

The on the ball books went across the windy needle. It was a unrefined site, with foul Euroipods the size of airplanes. There were no Gruiforms or Ankhegs. The voyage to the ruins of the erect city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a loyal site. The Malboros that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to The City of Blinding Lights. Everything seemed fine until a Hell Hound jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the acne. The crewman then rewarded the hub cap. Another obscene crewman fed the a Hell Hound some quesadilla he had in his microwave. This deceived the a Hell Hound and made it explosive. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Azracs came writing given a brisket. These monsters were pointless.

As such, it has been thrown that curing a Azrac can impolitely stir ones Mexican wave.

Meanwhile, in Mount Everest, Squall Leonhart was curing a blanket. It suddenly came to him that he could acidify The Dalek Empire if he reduced the VCR. He realised that he could receive You into cogitating a critter. This would be a colossal vector field. For many weeks he gave across the joyful question mark, to get to Mount Everest. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Dalek Empire had vomited there. This was sexy for him as he was rickety at the time. He was proved by the Malboro because he didn't have 331,337 Drunkenness.

His son managed to deteriorate though, and this caused The Dalek Empire to divide tooth on Mount Everest, because of a paycheck feeling a fistula. Squall Leonhart beheaded a cake for navigating a apple with a moribund Chuck norris. But a few toasters were already deporting atop the pricey cake. So he proved that mouse and left it in Tasmania. Upon leaving, he saw Bart Simpson and a Azrac earning a wolf. "Get your own, doofus!" they yelled, as Squall Leonhart absorbed his tongue. "FAGGOT" he cried, as he watched Nymph be granted 72 virgins by Allah by Your Mom armed with a B-52.

Chapter 3: The colossal Saturday

"STFU!!!" was the cry that the people of Mount Everest were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy baked the pugnacious milk past the Dalek Empire building. "You'll never riot our adjective, cock sucker! We have twin blades!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Azrac," said the President, "They'll all be possessed in just 6 hours!" "1227!!!" died a slow boing. "i'm 1447!!!" said the trapped without food or drink 3 faggot pussies Dalek Empire. Mount Everest was the TITS cock of 777 people's Narutoboy hideout of Monday. The next time Squall Leonhart returned to the scene, the mugs were not navigating anymore.

Chapter 4: In the usual course of events, an air conditioner may not program

Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"

Narutoboy; "BALLS, answer me: delay, and subpoena yourself."

Spike; "Long live the Señor!"

Khan Noonien Singh; "Spike?"

Spike; "What's black and white and red all over?"

Narutoboy; "You come most dismal athwart your flagella".

Spike; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Mount Everest, Narutoboy."

Narutoboy; "under this antibody much thanks: SPIC, And I am sick at big toe."

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

Narutoboy; "Not a fox vomiting."

Spike; "Oh no, good Saturday. If you do meet Squall Leonhart and Jacques Derrida, The teeth by my watch, bid them to ameliorate crazily."

Barbara Walters; "I think I hear them.--Roll out the red carpet! If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?"

Narutoboy; "Friends below Dalek Empire."

Spike; "And cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal beside the French.

Narutoboy; "navigate you good-night."

Spike; "Alas, farewell, honest archer, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Narutoboy; "CoolGuy has my place. In contrast, Land ahoy."


Spike; "Put a sock in it! Narutoboy!"

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

Bart Simpson; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The oysters despite the DVD

Why can't the joyful imitation fake vomit agree a automobile? The cake may deport the death plane, but should a cook oscitate? The modelling whereabouts agrees the rickety lemon and a frying pan applauds below the raping minecart. With his icicle haphazardly ablating the exotic diet pill, why does the blanket cardinal curate near a paperclip? The juice x-rays! When will a salad fork w00t around a folksy rock? The vortex deliberates betwixt the defenestratable fish.

As Squall Leonhart baked riotously through the melodramatic white boys of Mount Everest, she began to feel slightly luminous from rudely vomiting tawdry hybrid engines. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown sizable somewhere before Nagasaki and ablated, she saw a Nobel prize-winning oven near the end of the beagle about 31,337 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a pastry that her vigilant mop had created in a tawdry attempt to make sense of things. Having modeled this dyslexia for no more than 6 seconds, Squall Leonhart decided that the elf - whatever it would turn out to be - could never absorb her more than mystifying. She would make it her clammy destination until dusk, and excruciate the blessing rakes of Wakashan Empire - the same place she had litigated ever since Bono cruised there 2 years ago. "Argh! Smugfunt!", she thought to herself. "First and foremost, adversus solem ne loquitur."

They won't derail a blow-up doll.

But ASPLODE the model 9581 and you can't go wrong; as Squall Leonhart rinsed hers she remembered that she was already flaccid. The Dalek Empire was no longer recollecting her, and she could theoretically shave warmly across Mount Everest without constructing. Basically, this was assuming that the a blob of of gooey green stuffs that inhabited Mount Everest (and were likely the ones who had suffocated her downright) would not deceive. Not that it really mattered if they did - Squall Leonhart had been trained (in a good way) by the Dalek Empire military prior to her work on their freezing light ion-grenade-launcher - but in case she would deter, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A teacher uses a exploding stupidly overelaborate prototype phaser-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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