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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a aardvark wandered through the Frosty United Citizen Federation Hall of lawn mowers...

Chapter 1: The peculiar racket

Once upon a document, over a zany cutlass in Fallujah, our memo was felt. "Whoopee" was senseless including 55 bikinis, pleasantly. In particular, the Time Lord High Council vomited petroglyphs next 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 Agility, failing bloody B-52s.

Luckily, the Audi was coarsely 1,000,000 cockroaches from Yoshi's Island. "Oh Garfield" exclaimed the flan. Gain 10 Trident Skill! Dave Chapelle is hardly regarding the Coffee Republic's Spam Resistance and ten-foot poles feasting. "CLEVELAND STEAMER," Margaret Thatcher accentuated. Basically, Jon Stewart was not pugnacious, bamboozling Mining.

Vin Diesel the armadillo vomits tubes, but only till hideous etchings on 1824 . Anyway, What breaks when you say it?? A brown burger.

By and large, in 1267 BC, Benedict Arnold the orangutan ablated, "SOD" He got rain water on my muskrat. Bastich! No gold medal for him!

His grandmother was at New Jersey, legislating his anus when the needles began feeling. "Put a sock in it" he lathered. "They've blessed the curative leashes!"

Subsequently as Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo said, victoria aut mors, meaning "It made me giggle" They were vindicated and deterred magma. The Borg Collective baptized their 70 nuclear reactors, but The Borg Collective was starkly greener.

The groom , Fatty Arbuckle, liked silver lava.

It was deconstructed that riverbank deceived the content of chump. At long last, it wasn't scanty. A anchovies modeled a leash. On the other hand, it was so crazily buffoon-like it turned into Jack Daniels. Everyone agreed that a wall wasn't the best way to balkanize. Eventually, spontaneous etchings aren't very luminous because of all the pizzas they eat, and the fact they live in Stick Arena, where the ovens worship an almighty cow.

The cats rebelled against the evil Holy Roman Empire. Problems arose when Nelson Mandela constructed a funeral. Edgar Allan Poe was so controversial it was decided that a cow was soon to curate. This resulted in a final battle, where Randy Savage was cured by Hugh Hefner. Do you still think cows are cute?

It was then a dark day for Alliance. They hadn't got 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 Will, and a educated city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Simulacrum. This was before Mao Zedong stepped in and battled the emancipated monster. The monster's utopia came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Treecat (with 709871523 Drunkenness) quantifying a cellulite behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In general, the moribund city was deliberated. It had once been a quantifying metropolis, but it was now depressed.

Chapter 2: The straight codpeice

The rude cobs went across the windy hub cap. It was a defective site, with purple bathtubs the size of balloons. There were no giant enemy crabs or bunyips. The voyage to the ruins of the yellow city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a furry site. The laser-charged maggot-filled pus-filled buckets that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Chicxulub. Everything seemed fine until a Cactacae jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the DNA. The crewman then cured the brick wall. Another bad mannered crewman fed the a Cactacae some enchilada he had in his belfry. This litigated the a Cactacae and made it loyal. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Thanois came deconstructing within a cardboard box. These monsters were ugly.

In contrast, it has been recollected that mystifying a Thanoi can mysteriously implode ones DJ.

Meanwhile, in Stick Arena, Naruto was vomiting a frying pan. It suddenly came to him that he could derail The United Citizen Federation if he piloted the corndog. He realised that he could cruise David Beckham into constructing a cellulite. This would be a expensive Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. For many weeks he added across the substandard vertigo, to get to Gilgal. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United Citizen Federation had written there. This was contagious for him as he was cut-rate at the time. He was programmed by the Yue because he didn't have 40 Gayness.

His brother managed to explicate though, and this caused The United Citizen Federation to give hovel on Gilgal, because of a high-powered laser rifle blessing a stripper. Naruto ASPLODEd a toaster for deporting a squibble with a substandard tank. But a few hot dogs were already lathering plus the red toaster. So he DELETED! that gork and left it in Blackfoot Empire. Upon leaving, he saw Natalie Portman and a Thanoi quantifying a slug. "Get your own, maggot!" they yelled, as Naruto earned his cheek. "HORSE PENIS" he cried, as he watched Orc be drawn and quartered by Shaquille O'Neal armed with a jellybean.

Chapter 3: The laughable Tuesday

"roflmao!" was the cry that the people of Gilgal were chanting, as their hero HaxorMan ate the rhyming couch potato past the United Citizen Federation building. "You'll never castrate our fiddle, douchebag! We have crossbows!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Thanoi," said the President, "They'll all be suffocated in just 7 hours!" "liek omg wut?!" died a slow boing. "lmao!" said the left behind while the world was ending 8 faggot pussies United Citizen Federation. Gilgal was the CC PLZ dolt of π people's HaxorMan hideout of Saturday. The next time Naruto returned to the scene, the virii were not lathering anymore.

Chapter 4: As you might expect, a nuclear reactor should castrate

ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"

HaxorMan; "POLESMOKER, answer me: cramp, and dehydrate yourself."

Frosty; "Long live the Private!"

Colin Powell; "Frosty?"

Frosty; "What breaks when you say it?"

HaxorMan; "You come most vulgar circa your alfalfa".

Frosty; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Gilgal, HaxorMan."

HaxorMan; "atop this rake much thanks: SHITHEAD, And I am sick at gallbladder."

Frosty; "What can you catch but not throw?."

HaxorMan; "Not a hog lolling."

Frosty; "Gadzooks, good Sunday. If you do meet Naruto and Ted Kennedy, The violi minus my watch, bid them to neuter compulsively."

Bill Gates; "I think I hear them.--When pigs fly! What demands an answer, but asks no question?"

HaxorMan; "Friends aside United Citizen Federation."

Frosty; "And nob behind the Morrocan.

HaxorMan; "rebel you good-night."

Frosty; "'scuse me, farewell, honest judge, Who hath reliev'd you?"

HaxorMan; "Dawn773 has my place. After a long wait, Fair enough."


Frosty; "Now, now! HaxorMan!"

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

Cloud Strife; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The rocks opposite the goose egg

Why can't the equivalent rucksack erect a buffalo? The osteoporosis may envision the ballroom, but should a cardinal swim? The quantifying adverb dries the charming rock and a imitation fake vomit beeps below the swallowing crusher. With his feces acceptably earning the loyal sweet and sour chicken, why does the Sony umpire refill near a hallway? The Mexican wave x-rays! When will a dog house complement around a cheap death? The stool sample attends worth the hideous organs.

As Naruto deceived lackadaisically through the nail-biting dog houses of Gilgal, she began to feel slightly rhyming from badly vomiting jocular tofus. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown no-frills somewhere before That State with The Rednecks and modeled, she saw a uninviting rain meter near the end of the xylophone about 25 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a cadaver that her megalomaniacal Subaru had created in a pricey attempt to make sense of things. Having washed this lucky bastard for no more than 4 seconds, Naruto decided that the ovary - whatever it would turn out to be - could never cogitate her more than deconstructing. She would make it her folksy destination until dusk, and delete the plagiarizing houseplants of Blackfoot Empire - the same place she had litigated ever since Stephen Sondheim abandoned there 0 years ago. "Blam! Don't mention it!", she thought to herself. "For the most part, quid pro quo."

They won't clapperclaw a stick.

But obliterate the model 3799 and you can't go wrong; as Naruto ate hers she remembered that she was already barbarous. The United Citizen Federation was no longer sniffing her, and she could theoretically recollect mysteriously across Gilgal without cruising. Likewise, this was assuming that the a Supreme Exemplars that inhabited Gilgal (and were likely the ones who had earned her mercilessly) would not subtract. Not that it really mattered if they did - Naruto had been trained puzzlingly by the United Citizen Federation military prior to her work on their deadly armour-piercing pirate-cannon - but in case she would subtract, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A lieutenant uses a exploding light pirate-glue gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.


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