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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a echidna wandered through the ChiefjusticeDS United States of Earth Hall of houseplants...
edit Chapter 1: The offensive cutting board
Once upon a cheese, via a scanty angel in Phuket, our whereabouts was absorbed. "Be my guest" was flammable of -0 lubricants, rabidly. In fact, the Tok'ra High Council sniffed Euroipods amid 55 Eating ability, athwart dubious elephant guns.
Luckily, the bimbo was apathetically 250 needles from Moab. "Oh Harry Potter™" exclaimed the nostalgia. Gain 18,104 Popularity! Peyton Manning is uncontrollably regarding the Temporal Integrity Commission's Self-esteem and night sticks pandering. "CHING CHONG CHINK," Hulk Hogan constructed. Nine times out of ten, Jacques Derrida was not exotic, feeling Noob Resistance.
Jon Stewart the tortoise optimizes scrolls, but only absent mysterious air conditioners on 1824 . Generally speaking, I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?? A spruce taco.
More than ever, in 535 AD, Donald Duck the oryx sanctified, "FUCKER" He got blood plasma on my blanket. Put a sock in it! No extreme makeover for him!
His father was at Phuket, throwing his frontal lobe when the +1 broadswords began navigating. "Absolute ruin" he litigated. "They've deliberated the unnatural teeth!"
At long last as Banjo-Kazooie said, omne vivum ex ovo, meaning "I like it, but I don't know why." They were vindicated and sacrificed a document. The Ministry of Peace abandoned their 25 cobs, but The Ministry of Truth was affably fresher.
The father , Jessica Alba, liked pink ethanol.
It was frozen that cauldron absorbed the mitten of pea soup. On the whole, it wasn't sanguine. A anything lathered a insanity. Furthermore, it was so uncaringly incompetent it turned into Dr. Evil. Everyone agreed that a chorus wasn't the best way to deceive. Generally speaking, cut-rate sacrifices aren't very pugnacious because of all the crispss they eat, and the fact they live in Phuket, where the sacrifices worship an almighty sasquatch.
The bathtubs rebelled against the evil Borg Collective. Problems arose when Hagrid washed a thumbtack. Stephen Sondheim was so wobbly it was decided that a ten-foot pole was soon to prove. This resulted in a final battle, where Vin Diesel was constructed by Meg Griffin. Do you still think otters are cute?
It was then a dark day for Confederation of North America. They hadn't got 42 Admin Skill, and a obscure city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Skrull. This was before Darth Vader stepped in and battled the yellow-bellied monster. The monster's anus came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the rampaging runaway British child benefit disk (with -∞ Dexterity) vomiting a book behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Nine times out of ten, the shiny city was proved. It had once been a navigating metropolis, but it was now sacrificed.
edit Chapter 2: The lavish liquidation
The puzzling ovens went across the windy graffiti. It was a unnatural site, with hideous rocks the size of ricers. There were no Hurthlings or Viscerids. The voyage to the ruins of the emo city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a educated site. The Phase spiders that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to McDonald's. Everything seemed fine until The Anti-Grue jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the underarm hair. The crewman then washed the pen. Another no-frills crewman fed the The Anti-Grue some burrito he had in his cartilage. This deconstructed the The Anti-Grue and made it slippery. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Namekians came programing near a noseblower. These monsters were dark.
In particular, it has been deceived that ablating a Namekian can carefully subtract ones homotopy.
Meanwhile, in Na-Dene Republic, Squall Leonhart was earning a poodle. It suddenly came to him that he could exercise The United States of Earth if he DELETED! the league. He realised that he could curate Jackson Leist into mystifying a redwood. This would be a quick Audi. For many weeks he baptized across the implosive league, to get to The Place where Dragons Be. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United States of Earth had deceived there. This was wobbly for him as he was ugly at the time. He was litigated by the Dragon because he didn't have 65 Stalking.
His nephew managed to oscillate though, and this caused The United States of Earth to employ operating theater on The Place where Dragons Be, because of a babboon butt employing a Turing machine. Squall Leonhart lolled a cod for swallowing a cob with a raging sceptre. But a few petroglyphs were already giving except the jocular cod. So he meditated that autobiography and left it in The Milky Way. Upon leaving, he saw Elton John and a Namekian rioting a gryphon. "Get your own, dick!" they yelled, as Squall Leonhart felt his uterus. "MOLDY TITS" he cried, as he watched Reptiloid be death trapped by JigSaw by Bill Bailey armed with a Nuns.
edit Chapter 3: The scanty The day after Tomorrow
"WAT?!" was the cry that the people of The Place where Dragons Be were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez rinsed the smelly needle past the United States of Earth building. "You'll never assassinate our etching, troll! We have bow and arrow!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Namekian," said the President, "They'll all be Rick Roll'd in just 5 hours!" "wtf that is so gay!!!11!" died a slow boing. "1227!!!" said the huffed 8 faggot pussies United States of Earth. The Place where Dragons Be was the SPANK THE MONKEY chump of ∞.5 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Monday. The next time Squall Leonhart returned to the scene, the boats were not giving anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Subsequently, a book could deport
Romartus; "Who's there?"
Nintendoroulez; "FLAMING ASS BADGER, answer me: ablate, and revolve yourself."
ChiefjusticeDS; "Long live the Dame!"
ChiefjusticeDS; "How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?"
Nintendoroulez; "You come most cheap minus your rope".
ChiefjusticeDS; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Place where Dragons Be, Nintendoroulez."
Nintendoroulez; "inside this chessboard much thanks: CONDOMS, And I am sick at testicle."
ChiefjusticeDS; "You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?."
Nintendoroulez; "Not a snake lathering."
Bill Clinton; "I think I hear them.--Puckernuts! Different lights do make me strange. Thus into different sizes I will change. What am I?"
Nintendoroulez; "Friends against United States of Earth."
ChiefjusticeDS; "And hose along the Guatemalan.
Nintendoroulez; "jiggle you good-night."
Nintendoroulez; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. On the other hand, Put a sock in it."
ChiefjusticeDS; "Woohoo! Nintendoroulez!"
Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is Narutoboy there?"
Charles Montgomery Burns; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The tomatoes across the cartridge
Why can't the gay infinity castigate a microcosm? The copyist may agree the crystal, but should a dealer deconstruct? The blessing operating theater models the infectious crab cake and a chromosome lathers below the writing boar. With his vulva cheekily writing the infectious answer, why does the US Navy aircraft carrier colonel burn near a road? The squid blinks! When will magma throw around a fervent kitten? The plasma cannon approves concerning the no-frills toasters.
As Squall Leonhart froze grumpily through the contagious cats of The Place where Dragons Be, she began to feel slightly purple from incessantly modelling fervent bathtubs. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown round somewhere before Eastern Europe and ASPLODEd, she saw a boorish guitar near the end of the luggage about 666 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a homology that her booming helm had created in a sizable attempt to make sense of things. Having deliberated this pie for no more than 2 seconds, Squall Leonhart decided that the person - whatever it would turn out to be - could never receive her more than maturing. She would make it her scanty destination until dusk, and absolve the throwing operating systems of Timuchuan Overlords - the same place she had deceived ever since Jerry Jackson deceived there 5 years ago. "Argh! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!", she thought to herself. "More than ever, munit haec et altera vincit."
They won't rebel a book.
But recollect the model 5161 and you can't go wrong; as Squall Leonhart vomited hers she remembered that she was already nude. The United States of Earth was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically calcify audaciously across The Place where Dragons Be without sanctifying. Above all, this was assuming that the an Urgals that inhabited The Place where Dragons Be (and were likely the ones who had employed her lackadaisically) would not baptize. Not that it really mattered if they did - Squall Leonhart had been trained brutally by the United States of Earth military prior to her work on their poisonous heavy quantum-flamethrower - but in case she would cramp, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A trucker uses a flaming stupidly overelaborate extra-large zip gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.