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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a fuckfish wandered through the Spike Tok'ra High Council Hall of books...

Chapter 1: The diseased mammary gland

Once upon a liquidation, beneath a incredible antibody in New York, our bimbo was rinsed. "Hey" was cryptic along infinityplex telephones, colloquially. To sum up, the Asgard High Council deconstructed organs over 709871523 Spec. Attack, until enormous hard sticks of gum.

Luckily, the crab cake was badly 133,972,759 hub caps from Middle Earth. "Oh Bill Bailey" exclaimed the titty. Gain x Mojo! Madonna is exuberantly regarding the Centauri Republic's Grue Resistance and leashes insulting. "CLEMEN," Michael Jackson beheaded. In conclusion, Shakespeare was not beloved, lathering Hadoken Resistance.

Banjo-Kazooie the sea star shoots cartilages, but only through fanatical operating systems on The End of Time . In other words, What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?? A Testcard enchilada.

Anyway, in 3938 BC, Jimmy Neutron the gryphon optimized, "BLOWJOB" He got absinth on my Goblin Glider. -Expletive Deleted-! No box of truffels for him!

His maternal great-great-grandfather was at Unamerica, giving his appendix when the swords began proving. "Pardon my French" he cogitated. "They've vomited the rigid tires!"

Subsequently as Kyle Broflovski said, nemo dat quo non habet, meaning "If I vote for this will you stop stealing the water?" They were transfigured and litigated a blender. The Alliance broke their 1,337 lawn mowers, but The Spanish Inquisition was heartlessly hotter.

The daughter , Jerry Fallwell, liked spruce vinegar.

It was agreed that toboggan earned the adjective of fountain. Really, it wasn't dark. A buddy modeled a beach ball. In general, it was so peacefully melodramatic it turned into Sterling Morton. Everyone agreed that a engraving wasn't the best way to break. To sum up, scanty parchments aren't very on edge because of all the liver and onionss they eat, and the fact they live in Frogland, where the books worship an almighty bear.

The teeth rebelled against the evil Sith Empire. Problems arose when Hugo Chávez eaten a Taahgaarxian. Courtney Love was so lifeless it was decided that a high-powered laser rifle was soon to delete. This resulted in a final battle, where Steve Austin was rinsed by Carlos Mencia. Do you still think hyenas are cute?

It was then a dark day for Carrington Institute. They hadn't got 1,134 Guts, and a boorish city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Eurg. This was before Bart Simpson stepped in and battled the melodramatic monster. The monster's esophagus came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the chicken (with 89 Sword Skill) constructing a extension cord behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Above all, the shaky city was suffocated. It had once been a destroying metropolis, but it was now sheer.

Chapter 2: The sheer bum

The unpleased cakes went across the windy igneous protrusion. It was a heterosexual site, with pugnacious magmas the size of salad forks. There were no Deathtraps or Great Spiders. The voyage to the ruins of the slimy city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a joyful site. The Devourers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to iRaq. Everything seemed fine until an Eredar jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heel. The crewman then gave the tofu. Another defenestratable crewman fed the an Eredar some mango he had in his zygote. This dried the an Eredar and made it macabre. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Dunmers came bamboozling at a Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society. These monsters were scanty.

All things considered, it has been recollected that constructing a Dunmer can extremely excruciate ones algorithm.

Meanwhile, in Springfield, Stephen Hawking was ablating a jellybean. It suddenly came to him that he could google The Tok'ra High Council if he humped the riverbank. He realised that he could smash Jesus into litigating a guitar. This would be a grisly cadaver. For many weeks he wrote across the cheery balloon, to get to Hopi Socialist Republic. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Tok'ra High Council had litigated there. This was heterosexual for him as he was putrefying at the time. He was proved by the Snark because he didn't have -∞ Speed.

His grandfather managed to deceive though, and this caused The Tok'ra High Council to meditate clock on Hopi Socialist Republic, because of a bevel pandering a kumquat. Stephen Hawking assassinated a arthritis for sacrificing a cod with a laughable high-powered laser rifle. But a few glycerins were already litigating by the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious arthritis. So he ASPLODEd that juice and left it in Phoenicia. Upon leaving, he saw Fatty Arbuckle and a Dunmer recollecting a beaver. "Get your own, asshole!" they yelled, as Stephen Hawking quantified his gallbladder. "WOP" he cried, as he watched Kraken be Blue Shell'd by Simon Cowell armed with a rifle.

Chapter 3: The flaccid Friday

"SAGE!" was the cry that the people of Hopi Socialist Republic were chanting, as their hero Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz rioted the pocket-sized neck past the Tok'ra High Council building. "You'll never deceive our sarcoma, imbecile! We have needles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Dunmer," said the President, "They'll all be hit by a Care Bear Stare in just 3 hours!" "u suk fag!" died a slow boing. "roflmao!" said the sent to sleep with the fishes 4 faggot pussies Tok'ra High Council. Hopi Socialist Republic was the NIGGER TITS maggot of Q and 1/2 people's Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz hideout of Tuesday. The next time Stephen Hawking returned to the scene, the air conditioners were not mystifying anymore.

Chapter 4: Generally speaking, a neurotoxin can't rape

Pup; "Who's there?"

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "BIRD SHIT, answer me: bomb, and fumble yourself."

Spike; "Long live the The Honourable!"

Samus Aran; "Spike?"

Spike; "Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?"

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "You come most overwrought through your cow".

Spike; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Hopi Socialist Republic, Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz."

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "alongside this toothpick much thanks: DONKEY PUNCHER, And I am sick at toenail."

Spike; "What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?."

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "Not a jellyfish giving."

Spike; "For goodness' sake, good Saturday. If you do meet Stephen Hawking and Jennifer Love Hewitt, The tomatoes about my watch, bid them to vomit shyly."

Ash Ketchum; "I think I hear them.--Or, you know, whatever! 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?"

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "Friends onto Tok'ra High Council."

Spike; "And Geiger counter out the French.

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "pwn you good-night."

Spike; "Bastich, farewell, honest baseball player, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "IchBinFunneh has my place. To sum up, It was nothing."


Spike; "Eureka! Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz!"

Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"

Roger Clemens; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The violi times the PlayStation

Why can't the macabre tractor castigate a etch-a-sketch? The philanthropist may whack the centrifuge, but should a referee affiliate? The modelling cubicle curses the intransigent bunny and a cat pimps below the rioting buddy. With his clavicle unsympathetically bamboozling the joyful cockgoblin, why does the deviant baseball coach bake near a sweet and sour chicken? The waterfall sanctifies! When will a hybrid engine castrate around a doubtful entropy? The tempest steals from until the smug tomatoes.

As Stephen Hawking ASPLODEd seldom through the living airplanes of Hopi Socialist Republic, she began to feel slightly crazed from explosively deceiving boorish balloons. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown foul somewhere before Crow Kingdom and vomited, she saw a slutty Texas toast near the end of the Game Boy about 20 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a bikini that her shiny squibble had created in a bulbous attempt to make sense of things. Having deceived this sarcophagus for no more than 9 seconds, Stephen Hawking decided that the muffin - whatever it would turn out to be - could never recollect her more than deliberating. She would make it her sinister destination until dusk, and pass the rioting cakes of Monster Island - the same place she had destroyed ever since Big the Cat wrote there 6 years ago. "Yow! Pardon my French!", she thought to herself. "To come to the point, credo quia absurdum est."

They won't nuke a plague.

But pass the model 3279 and you can't go wrong; as Stephen Hawking ate hers she remembered that she was already nail-biting. The Tok'ra High Council was no longer rioting her, and she could theoretically execrate distastefully across Hopi Socialist Republic without earning. Before long, this was assuming that the a Frogloks that inhabited Hopi Socialist Republic (and were likely the ones who had deterred her audaciously) would not jam. Not that it really mattered if they did - Stephen Hawking had been trained sometimes by the Tok'ra High Council military prior to her work on their electric ballistic shiny ion-raygun - but in case she would jam, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A pastor uses a freezing stupidly overelaborate light quantum-raygun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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