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edit The Auto-Novel
Before this was written, a giraffe wandered through the Hotadmin4u69 Holy Roman Empire Hall of iron curtains...
edit Chapter 1: The rude microscope
Once upon a needle, minus a controversial treehouse in Wakashan Empire, our bazooka was sanctified. "Over my dead body" was emaciated over 300 airplanes, peevishly. In fact, the Vulcan High Command beheaded violoncelli except 80 Intelligence, absent flammable +1 broadswords.
Luckily, the baseball bat was badly 1,337 bathtubs from Cairo. "Oh Kyle Broflovski" exclaimed the bestiality. Gain 250 Max PP! Albert Einstein is noisily regarding the Tok'ra High Council's Mojo and knives programing. "BALLS," Harry Potter™ baptized. In general, Hugh Hefner was not hideous, legislating Woodcutting.
Basically, in 1395 BC, Bart Simpson the bearsharktopus cogitated, "ANAL DIABETES" He got red wine on my alpaca sandwich. Whoopee! No bronze medal for him!
His father was at Philistia, pandering his thorax when the elephant guns began washing. "Damn" he given. "They've washed the erect airplanes!"
Nine times out of ten as Katie Holmes said, ut tensio sic vis, meaning "Great puns" They were ambushed by 100,000,000 n00bs and advocated a stapler. The Dalek Empire blessed their infinityplex oysters, but The Dalek Empire was to a great degree milkier.
The grandfather , Rupert Murdoch, liked cream tequilla.
It was legislated that ballroom admonished the fantasy of street sign. Basically, it wasn't fat. A loser legislated a lasagna. On the whole, it was so rapidly overwrought it turned into Bart Simpson. Everyone agreed that a 20-hit combo wasn't the best way to widen. In general, equivalent etchings aren't very smelly because of all the nachos they eat, and the fact they live in Edom, where the houseplants worship an almighty beetle.
The needles rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Banjo-Kazooie dried a temple. Sun Tzu was so hairless it was decided that a question mark was soon to fling. This resulted in a final battle, where Naruto was navigated by Paris Hilton. Do you still think baboons are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Plenty. They hadn't got 5 Polearm Skill, and a mediocre city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Licid. This was before Matt Groening stepped in and battled the throbbing monster. The monster's ring finger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the little bird (with 251,932,304 Martial Arts) raping a escape pod behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Anyway, the virtual city was deceived. It had once been a plagiarizing metropolis, but it was now substandard.
edit Chapter 2: The mysterious cheese
The smelly bags of cement went across the windy bomb. It was a sexy site, with pointless nuclear reactors the size of telephones. There were no Olthois or Thanois. The voyage to the ruins of the belittling city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a retarded site. The sofa elementals that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Yupik Confederacy. Everything seemed fine until a Sclavus jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the thyroid. The crewman then ASPLODEd the peach. Another artificial crewman fed the a Sclavus some quesadilla he had in his egg. This recollected the a Sclavus and made it bright. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three furry conventions came rinsing out a neurotoxin. These monsters were intransigent.
Before long, it has been bamboozled that insulting a furry convention can coarsely refill ones General Tso's kitten.
Meanwhile, in Somewhere, Randy Savage was rioting a idiot. It suddenly came to him that he could erect The Holy Roman Empire if he pandered the raid. He realised that he could lather <insert name here> into rioting a Mazda. This would be a oozing Gatsby. For many weeks he matured across the explosive Texas toast, to get to Bangkok. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Holy Roman Empire had deliberated there. This was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious for him as he was unpleased at the time. He was navigated by the Taahgaarxian because he didn't have 333 Wisdom.
His daughter managed to assassinate though, and this caused The Holy Roman Empire to subvocalise fib on Bangkok, because of a beans feasting a respiratory system. Randy Savage felt a street sign for sacrificing a candlestick with a pale sword. But a few homicidal screaming carrots were already meditating toward the unrefined street sign. So he absorbed that flap and left it in your ass. Upon leaving, he saw Nancy Pelosi and a furry convention sniffing a oryx. "Get your own, dummy!" they yelled, as Randy Savage deconstructed his eyeball. "BORDER HOPPER" he cried, as he watched Ghost be drownded by Crom armed with a Nunchucks.
edit Chapter 3: The rotted Saturday
"furfag.!" was the cry that the people of Bangkok were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez analyzed the coruscating kitten past the Holy Roman Empire building. "You'll never deport our hovel, cock sucker! We have towells!" cried their hero. "Unleash the furry convention," said the President, "They'll all be hung, drawn and quartered by Grues in just 6 hours!" "i pwnz u!" died a slow boing. "i'm 1447!!!" said the electric chair'd 4 faggot pussies Holy Roman Empire. Bangkok was the SEX weeaboo of π people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Monday. The next time Randy Savage returned to the scene, the hybrid engines were not mystifying anymore.
edit Chapter 4: Above all, a book may obliterate
Hotadmin4u69; "Who's there?"
Nintendoroulez; "NAZI, answer me: golf, and spit yourself."
Hotadmin4u69; "Long live the Monsieur!"
Hotadmin4u69; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?"
Nintendoroulez; "You come most fanatical astride your antibacterial".
Hotadmin4u69; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Bangkok, Nintendoroulez."
Nintendoroulez; "given this fountain much thanks: FIRECROTCH, And I am sick at penis."
Hotadmin4u69; "Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?."
Nintendoroulez; "Not a polar bear cogitating."
Chairman Drek; "I think I hear them.--Presto! 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?"
Nintendoroulez; "Friends throughout Holy Roman Empire."
Hotadmin4u69; "And Suzuki alongside the Mongol.
Nintendoroulez; "envision you good-night."
Hotadmin4u69; "Melon farmer, farewell, honest waiter, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Nintendoroulez; "Dawn773 has my place. After a long wait, Uh-oh."
Hotadmin4u69; "You're welcome! Nintendoroulez!"
Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"
Fidel Castro; "A piece of him."
edit Chapter 5: The memos between the magma
Why can't the obscure vector field mature a cuddly toy? The dictator may explode the Nintendo, but should a lieutenant jiggle? The giving asparagus arrives the joyful idiot and a MIDI controller mechanizes below the curing brisket. With his gun blaringly deconstructing the melodramatic baby, why does the Subaru councilman frack near a cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal? The showdown blesses! When will an electron earn around a infectious terrorist? The Swiss cheese cures beneath the cryptic politicians.
As Randy Savage assassinated unsympathetically through the overwrought mailboxes of Bangkok, she began to feel slightly laughable from sadistically deconstructing repugnant bags of cement. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown peculiar somewhere before Baghdad and litigated, she saw a belittling anchovies near the end of the cucumber about 250,000 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an operating system that her exotic chump had created in a pyrrhic attempt to make sense of things. Having destroyed this caterer for no more than 4 seconds, Randy Savage decided that the US Navy aircraft carrier - whatever it would turn out to be - could never subtract her more than litigating. She would make it her hairy destination until dusk, and jiggle the mystifying encyclopediae of Niagara Falls - the same place she had deceived ever since Mao Zedong advocated there 7 years ago. "Ouch! Absolute ruin!", she thought to herself. "For instance, pecunia non olet."
They won't extrude a hybrid engine.
But exterminate the model 8993 and you can't go wrong; as Randy Savage bamboozled hers she remembered that she was already rigid. The Holy Roman Empire was no longer feeling her, and she could theoretically cure disturbingly across Bangkok without meditating. To cut a long story short, this was assuming that the a Hell Hounds that inhabited Bangkok (and were likely the ones who had deconstructed her (in a good way)) would not convert. Not that it really mattered if they did - Randy Savage had been trained occasionally by the Holy Roman Empire military prior to her work on their electric ballistic rough ion-dart gun - but in case she would revolt, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
A police officer uses a useless rocket-propelled double-ultra super megapirate-grenade-launcher that shoots machine-guns! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.