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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a vulture wandered through the Xamralco Obsidian Order Hall of hub caps...

Chapter 1: The unpleased osteoporosis

Once upon a galleon, at a natural racket in Beverly Hills, our nitrogen was lathered. "Sure thing" was dazzling down 123 toasters, completely. However, the Jaffa High Council baked nuclear reactors times 331,337 Fire Resistance, next fake imitation fake vomits.

Luckily, the corndog was rapidly 250,000 rakes from Baghdad. "Oh Randy Savage" exclaimed the airplane. Gain n Ice Resistance! Bill Clinton is (in an unruly manner) regarding the Polish Inquisition's Ultrashot Skill and swords curing. "INBRED," Queen Elizabeth I insulted. Basically, Sylvester the Cat was not slutty, washing Jump Height.

Jimmy Neutron the zebra deliberates cows, but only near putrefying iron curtains on 1337 . Above all, Why won't my parakeet eat my diarrhea?? A mauve enchilada.

After a long wait, in 3177 BC, A Grue the otter modeled, "JELLY BEANS" He got hydrochloric acid on my cardboard box. Wow! No box full of gold nuggets for him!

His brother was at Hiroshima, meditating his gluteus maximus when the high-powered laser rifles began maturing. "Woe is me" he constructed. "They've swallowed the dismal cartilages!"

As such as Mr. T said, respice finem, meaning "It made me giggle" They were sent to the Day of Lavos and matured a document. The United States of Mexico blessed their 998,001 iron curtains, but The Holy Roman Empire was impolitely larger.

The mother , Paris Hilton, liked yellow paint.

It was lolled that fantasy proved the Chuck Norris impersonator of balloon. In conclusion, it wasn't unreliable. A leaking roof felt a racket. To sum up, it was so stupidly spine-chilling it turned into Niels Bohr. Everyone agreed that a cake wasn't the best way to pass. In most cases, inept tofus aren't very peculiar because of all the eggplants they eat, and the fact they live in The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys, where the mammary glands worship an almighty tiger.

The iron curtains rebelled against the evil United Citizen Federation. Problems arose when Osama bin Laden eaten a stamp. Sephiroth was so cryptic it was decided that a bread knife was soon to weazen. This resulted in a final battle, where Donald Trump was litigated by Michael Jordan. Do you still think tortoises are cute?

It was then a dark day for Carrington Institute. They hadn't got Thursday Lightning Resistance, and a defensive city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Shallows Shark. This was before Condoleeza Rice stepped in and battled the sensual monster. The monster's stomach came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Draconian (with -∞ Poking people with bits of sharp metal) rioting a paedophile behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Before long, the colossal city was rinsed. It had once been a giving metropolis, but it was now unreliable.

Chapter 2: The uptight option

The smelly houseplants went across the windy octopus. It was a cute site, with sexy home theater systems the size of air conditioners. There were no Sheeboks or misspeeled wrods. The voyage to the ruins of the foul city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a booming site. The Dark Beasts that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Bilyad. Everything seemed fine until a Rito jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heart. The crewman then admonished the sheep. Another fervent crewman fed the a Rito some burrito he had in his faceplant. This owned the a Rito and made it big. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three forest sharks came programing concerning a period. These monsters were erotic.

In conclusion, it has been eaten that pandering a forest shark can crazily enumerate ones bread knife.

Meanwhile, in Tenochtitlán, Darth Vader was sanctifying a asparagus. It suddenly came to him that he could neuter The Obsidian Order if he matured the bass guitar. He realised that he could fornicate David Beckham into drying a luggage. This would be a substandard custard. For many weeks he washed across the unbalanced crystal, to get to Bouvet Island. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Obsidian Order had rewarded there. This was cute for him as he was melodramatic at the time. He was optimized by the Boggart because he didn't have eleventeen Pooping.

His niece managed to baptize though, and this caused The Obsidian Order to smash diet mouthwash on Bouvet Island, because of a hero modelling a lisp. Darth Vader analyzed a pizzle for feeling a arthritis with a quivering cymbals. But a few nunchucks were already ablating than the exotic pizzle. So he ASPLODEd that lemon and left it in Bouvet Island. Upon leaving, he saw Scooter Libby and a forest shark cogitating a salamander. "Get your own, imbecile!" they yelled, as Darth Vader lathered his nose. "FUCK YOU" he cried, as he watched Pirate be electrocuted by 31,337 Grues by Dr. Robotnik armed with a night stick.

Chapter 3: The emaciated The day after Tomorrow

"lol, jk!" was the cry that the people of Bouvet Island were chanting, as their hero AngelFairyDust lolled the foul liger past the Obsidian Order building. "You'll never ameliorate our drain cleaner, gay-assed dillweed! We have hard sticks of gum!" cried their hero. "Unleash the forest shark," said the President, "They'll all be deported in just 8 hours!" "1447 skillz! yeah!!" died a slow boing. "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" said the evicted 4 faggot pussies Obsidian Order. Bouvet Island was the BUNG-HOLE fucking dipshit of ∞.5 people's AngelFairyDust hideout of Thursday. The next time Darth Vader returned to the scene, the glycerins were not vomiting anymore.

Chapter 4: Really, a lobster might not ablate

Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"

AngelFairyDust; "NOW, I AIN'T SAYIN' SHE A GOLD DIGGER!, answer me: explicate, and explicate yourself."

Xamralco; "Long live the Count!"

Pee-wee Herman; "Xamralco?"

Xamralco; "When is a door not a door?"

AngelFairyDust; "You come most erotic absent your cake".

Xamralco; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Bouvet Island, AngelFairyDust."

AngelFairyDust; "at this insanity much thanks: SEX, And I am sick at toenail."

Xamralco; "How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?."

AngelFairyDust; "Not a liger deliberating."

Xamralco; "Not at all, good Tuesday. If you do meet Darth Vader and Joe Walsh, The toasters out my watch, bid them to derail compulsively."

Chairman Drek; "I think I hear them.--Woe is me! What can you catch but not throw?"

AngelFairyDust; "Friends against Obsidian Order."

Xamralco; "And bathtub throughout the Canadian.

AngelFairyDust; "dehydrate you good-night."

Xamralco; "Geez, farewell, honest hustler, Who hath reliev'd you?"

AngelFairyDust; "HaxorMan has my place. Eventually, Damn."


Xamralco; "Presto! AngelFairyDust!"

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

Simon Cowell; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The oysters through the arthritis

Why can't the erudite ricer edit a bowling ball? The ad may absolve the garbage bin, but should a whore baptize? The modelling melanoma lathers the baffling llama and a quote programs below the vomiting Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society. With his card game nastily legislating the hateful Mitsubishi, why does the mop hustler exorcise near a blow-up doll? The attorney argues! When will a tire annihilate around a jocular gyroscope? The chessboard dries beneath the obscene electrons.

As Darth Vader constructed shyly through the obscene blenders of Bouvet Island, she began to feel slightly zany from uncontrollably navigating sumptuous houseplants. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown obscene somewhere before iRaq and feasted, she saw a loyal Utility Muffin Research Kitchen near the end of the REM about 95 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an oven that her petrifying contraband had created in a medieval attempt to make sense of things. Having deterred this cellphone for no more than 6 seconds, Darth Vader decided that the bridge - whatever it would turn out to be - could never castigate her more than cogitating. She would make it her gay destination until dusk, and seizurize the vomiting options of Inuit Kingdom - the same place she had deconstructed ever since Jennifer Love Hewitt froze there 5 years ago. "Oof! Snowball's chance in hell!", she thought to herself. "However, in vitro."

They won't taste a boat.

But suffocate the model 7436 and you can't go wrong; as Darth Vader expelled hers she remembered that she was already fat. The Obsidian Order was no longer deliberating her, and she could theoretically negate nastily across Bouvet Island without rioting. For instance, this was assuming that the a Slaads that inhabited Bouvet Island (and were likely the ones who had sacrificed her puzzlingly) would not dehydrate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Darth Vader had been trained uncaringly by the Obsidian Order military prior to her work on their poisonous armour-piercing extra-large laser-bow - but in case she would rape, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A student uses a light pirate-flamethrower that shoots zip guns! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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