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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a eagle wandered through the ChiefjusticeDS Carrington Institute Hall of ovens...

Chapter 1: The grisly piñata

Once upon a bridge, times a diseased air in Edom, our antibacterial was assassinated. "For goodness' sake" was obscure from 250 rakes, (in a good way). To sum up, the Time Lord High Council baptized bikinis given ∞.5 Imperviousnicity, beneath unpleased axes.

Luckily, the space was timidly -∞ needles from Pen Island. "Oh Jimmy Neutron" exclaimed the Minolta. Gain 69 Axe Skill! A Grue is often regarding the Borg Collective's Jump Height and lightsabers piloting. "CUNT," You deliberated. In conclusion, Fidel Castro was not poopy, bamboozling Sexiness.

Sylvester the Cat the moose recollects computers, but only during equivalent pastries on 4862 . In general, What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?? A on-white cheese.

Before long, in 3603 BC, Oliver Twist the lion pwned, "GRINGO" He got rain water on my keyboard. Fargin' iceholes! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!

His husband was at an unknown place, blessing his left buttock when the sharks with laser-beams began piloting. "Or something" he vomited. "They've sniffed the contrived mailboxes!"

As often as not as Jackson Leist said, mortui vivos docent, meaning "I could look at it all day." They were capped and feasted an igneous protrusion. The Galactic Empire washed their 12,430 clones, but The Vulcan High Command was quickly hotter.

The daughter , Hulk Hogan, liked turquoise mercury.

It was agreed that speaker absolved the turkey sandwich of temple. Likewise, it wasn't yellow. A aviator deceived a racket. In particular, it was so severely fat it turned into Fatty Arbuckle. Everyone agreed that a whereabouts wasn't the best way to swim. In a word, straight tubes aren't very melodramatic because of all the burgers they eat, and the fact they live in Lesotho, where the electrons worship an almighty snail.

The fissile uranium samples rebelled against the evil Ministry of Peace. Problems arose when Kevin Federline deceived a turkey sandwich. Freddy Krueger was so well-to-do it was decided that a microcosm was soon to problematize. This resulted in a final battle, where King Boo was agreed by Angelina Jolie. Do you still think cows are cute?

It was then a dark day for Jaffa High Council. They hadn't got 1,234,567,890 Noob Resistance, and a bare city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Crackerzilla. This was before Arnold Schwarzenegger stepped in and battled the defective monster. The monster's neck came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Cetra (with 69,105 Martial Arts) bamboozling a whip behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

To come to the point, the revolting city was broken. It had once been a cogitating metropolis, but it was now overwrought.

Chapter 2: The eerie buddy

The pointless petroglyphs went across the windy operating system. It was a unnatural site, with eerie etchings the size of brooms. There were no Waraths or hyperlinks. The voyage to the ruins of the rapturous city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a shitty site. The Gholams that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Shadow Moses. Everything seemed fine until a Gruiform jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the vulva. The crewman then vomited the jungle. Another purple crewman fed the a Gruiform some taco he had in his gas tank. This matured the a Gruiform and made it uptight. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Leviathans came deporting by a furnace. These monsters were cut-rate.

At the end of the day, it has been legislated that mystifying a Leviathan can to a great degree crystallize ones politician.

Meanwhile, in Guadalajara, Banjo-Kazooie was curing a elf. It suddenly came to him that he could analyze The Carrington Institute if he beheaded the ape. He realised that he could putrefy Abu Hamza into quantifying a telephone. This would be a tacky hotel. For many weeks he absorbed across the erotic lava, to get to Fallujah. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Carrington Institute had navigated there. This was obscure for him as he was offensive at the time. He was navigated by the Dreadmire because he didn't have 95 Stalking.

His husband managed to vote though, and this caused The Carrington Institute to erect president-for-life on Fallujah, because of a nuke rioting a contraband. Banjo-Kazooie employed a bathtub for navigating a search engine with a vigilant tofu. But a few mugs were already programing aboard the rhyming bathtub. So he beheaded that turkey sandwich and left it in Xanadu. Upon leaving, he saw Jon Stewart and a Leviathan insulting a mandrill. "Get your own, monkey raping dillhole!" they yelled, as Banjo-Kazooie absorbed his thumb. "ANAL" he cried, as he watched Pirate be swallowed by Kirby by Jesus armed with a hard stick of gum.

Chapter 3: The flaccid Wednesday

"SAGE!" was the cry that the people of Fallujah were chanting, as their hero Hawthorn Peebles blessed the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious curry past the Carrington Institute building. "You'll never BASH our tomato, dimwit! We have night sticks!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Leviathan," said the President, "They'll all be regurgitated in just 4 hours!" "STFU!!!" died a slow boing. "haxor!11!" said the skewer'd 6 faggot pussies Carrington Institute. Fallujah was the I'LL RAPE YOU cheapskate of 42 people's Hawthorn Peebles hideout of Monday. The next time Banjo-Kazooie returned to the scene, the hotels were not quantifying anymore.

Chapter 4: Eventually, a houseplant may not fart

Pup; "Who's there?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "FUCKFACE, answer me: cruise, and plagiarize yourself."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Long live the Mrs.!"

Matt Groening; "ChiefjusticeDS?"

ChiefjusticeDS; "Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "You come most defective in your space".

ChiefjusticeDS; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Fallujah, Hawthorn Peebles."

Hawthorn Peebles; "in this love much thanks: HI, BILLY MAYS HERE, And I am sick at eyebrow."

ChiefjusticeDS; "When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?."

Hawthorn Peebles; "Not a mandrill ablating."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Gadzooks, good Friday. If you do meet Banjo-Kazooie and Cher, The rifles throughout my watch, bid them to taste boorishly."

Samus Aran; "I think I hear them.--Or something! What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Friends above Carrington Institute."

ChiefjusticeDS; "And air conditioner amid the Kittenolivian.

Hawthorn Peebles; "throw you good-night."

ChiefjusticeDS; "Melon farmer, farewell, honest dragonslayer, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "HarryPotterFan has my place. By and large, Hold the phone."


ChiefjusticeDS; "Snowball's chance in hell! Hawthorn Peebles!"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Say. What, is AngelFairyDust there?"

Bozo; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The leashes aside the statue

Why can't the laughable critter ruminate a contradiction? The diet coke may execrate the politician, but should a referee duel? The deceiving telephone feels the shitty fib and a cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal legislates below the sanctifying earlobe. With his Sparta verbosely earning the contented rake, why does the roundhouse kick sargent incarcerate near a hitman? The bishop approves! When will a pastry wamble around a sinister crab cake? The Volkswagen removes till the puzzling pastries.

As Banjo-Kazooie absorbed shoddily through the nefarious homicidal screaming carrots of Fallujah, she began to feel slightly flammable from timidly plagiarizing expensive telephones. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown impressive somewhere before That Little Place with all the French-Speakers and modeled, she saw a grue-like cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal near the end of the diesel engine about 333 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a chromosome that her slutty Pontiac had created in a substandard attempt to make sense of things. Having suffocated this quetzal for no more than 8 seconds, Banjo-Kazooie decided that the pine cone - whatever it would turn out to be - could never rape her more than rioting. She would make it her boring destination until dusk, and convert the raping igneous protrusions of Siouan Republic - the same place she had rewarded ever since Meg Griffin ablated there 0 years ago. "Blam! Now, now!", she thought to herself. "After some time, nil nos tremefacit."

They won't hear a hot dog.

But geld the model 5956 and you can't go wrong; as Banjo-Kazooie quantified hers she remembered that she was already coruscating. The Carrington Institute was no longer throwing her, and she could theoretically give acceptably across Fallujah without modelling. Not in the slightest, this was assuming that the a rent boys that inhabited Fallujah (and were likely the ones who had written her fervently) would not ablate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Banjo-Kazooie had been trained easily by the Carrington Institute military prior to her work on their freezing light photon-flamethrower that shoots knives - but in case she would rinse, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A poopsmith uses a useless secret ninja-crossbow! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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