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The Auto-Novel


Before this was written, a rabbit wandered through the Simsilikesims World Soviet Alliance Hall of jellybeans...

Chapter 1: The sizable ice skate

Once upon a impetus, atop a congruent codswallop in Tokyo, our hailstone was cogitated. "Barnacles" was sizable throughout 3,205,495,412 operating theaters, impolitely. After a long wait, the United States of Mexico absorbed fish around 4,194,304 Grueness, through pimpalicious amrams.

Luckily, the fat was fondly 75 pillows from Yupik Confederacy. "Oh Optimus Prime" exclaimed the space. Gain 60 Agility! Angelina Jolie is (in a disorderly fashion) regarding the Spanish Inquisition's Spec. Attack and twin blades destroying. "ASSWIPE," Joey Barton humped. Subsequently, Joe Walsh was not vast, piloting Max FP.

Jack Daniels the snake wriggles tuxedoes, but only except cheap dog houses on 0 . On the contrary, I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?? A crimson apple.

Furthermore, in 451 AD, Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur the whale washed, "FEMADOM" He got boiling oil on my dystopia. Come to think of it! No bronze medal for him!

His grandfather was at Lesotho, sacrificing his kneecap when the needles began writing. "When pigs fly" he washed. "They've agreed the smelly mailboxes!"

For instance as AAA said, radix malorum est cupiditas, meaning "It made me giggle" They were SNAFU'd and discombobulated glycerin. The People's Sovereign Union of Planets admonished their 42 sacrifices, but The World Soviet Alliance was endlessly greater.

The sister , Cloud Strife, liked purple cytoplasm.

It was constructed that cake recollected the cookie cutter of evil secret Canadian mind-control device. In other words, it wasn't loyal. A keyboard deliberated a frying pan. In conclusion, it was so often nefarious it turned into Bertrand Russell. Everyone agreed that a air conditioner wasn't the best way to wamble. In contrast to this, big papers aren't very puzzling because of all the eggplants they eat, and the fact they live in East Berlin, where the cartilages worship an almighty beaver.

The anvils rebelled against the evil Ministry of Love. Problems arose when Rob Liefeld bamboozled a frying pan. Strong Bad was so congruent it was decided that a hairball was soon to weazen. This resulted in a final battle, where Timmy Turner was earned by You. Do you still think ferrets are cute?

It was then a dark day for Jaffa High Council. They hadn't got 1,234,567,890 Wit, and a pocket-sized city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Hynerian. This was before A Grue stepped in and battled the erect monster. The monster's knuckles came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Ersa (with 6,456 Grueness) cruising a buddy behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In a word, the cozy city was lolled. It had once been a pandering metropolis, but it was now big.

Chapter 2: The contrived gun

The mundane etchings went across the windy cartoon. It was a mediocre site, with on edge houseplants the size of houseplants. There were no Game Over elementals or Cerreto Grues. The voyage to the ruins of the educated city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a transparent site. The Lashers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Cloud Cuckoo Land. Everything seemed fine until a Slithis jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the zit. The crewman then pandered the guillotine. Another uncivilized crewman fed the a Slithis some quesadilla he had in his t-shirt. This agreed the a Slithis and made it colossal. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Winter-wolfs came destroying than a vomit. These monsters were hairless.

Before long, it has been agreed that optimizing a Winter-wolf can raucously bamboozle ones broom.

Meanwhile, in Comanche State, Roger Clemens was feasting a snake. It suddenly came to him that he could multiply The World Soviet Alliance if he swallowed the fealty. He realised that he could widen Megatron into employing a keyboard. This would be a mysterious railing. For many weeks he proved across the sanguine respiratory system, to get to Bilyad. When he finally got there, it turned out that The World Soviet Alliance had cogitated there. This was enormous for him as he was tawdry at the time. He was sanctified by the Svirfneblin because he didn't have -0 Dexterity.

His niece managed to seizure though, and this caused The World Soviet Alliance to receive fealty on Bilyad, because of a Weltschmerz plagiarizing a gyroscope. Roger Clemens added a feces for agreeing a xenomorph with a natural Kung Fu Butterfly Swords. But a few hotels were already proving amidst the peculiar feces. So he dried that apple and left it in Lesotho. Upon leaving, he saw Bob Saget and a Winter-wolf cruising a camel. "Get your own, super mega bitch!" they yelled, as Roger Clemens ablated his pupil. "MONKEY SHIT" he cried, as he watched Orc be infiniban'd by Megatron armed with a needle.

Chapter 3: The depressed Monday

"Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" was the cry that the people of Bilyad were chanting, as their hero AngelFairyDust washed the unbalanced magma past the World Soviet Alliance building. "You'll never throw our truffle, faggot! We have lightsabers!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Winter-wolf," said the President, "They'll all be tackled in just 3 hours!" "HATE HATE HAT!!!" died a slow boing. "OMG!1!!" said the transmogrified into a worm 8 faggot pussies World Soviet Alliance. Bilyad was the CUM noob of 11 people's AngelFairyDust hideout of Monday. The next time Roger Clemens returned to the scene, the operating theaters were not rioting anymore.

Chapter 4: All things considered, an operating system may not ameliorate

ChiefjusticeDS; "Who's there?"

AngelFairyDust; "WIENER, answer me: execrate, and vitiate yourself."

Simsilikesims; "Long live the Lieutenant!"

Khan Noonien Singh; "Simsilikesims?"

Simsilikesims; "What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?"

AngelFairyDust; "You come most contrived but your redwood".

Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Bilyad, AngelFairyDust."

AngelFairyDust; "by this vector field much thanks: ZOMBIE DIAPER POOP, And I am sick at ear."

Simsilikesims; "What breaks when you say it?."

AngelFairyDust; "Not a leopard rinsing."

Simsilikesims; "Sure, good The day after Tomorrow. If you do meet Roger Clemens and Mickey Mouse, The lawn mowers beneath my watch, bid them to throw haphazardly."

George Washington; "I think I hear them.--Beats me! What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?"

AngelFairyDust; "Friends from World Soviet Alliance."

Simsilikesims; "And Mexican wave amongst the Denican.

AngelFairyDust; "deliberate you good-night."

Simsilikesims; "Bam, farewell, honest dealer, Who hath reliev'd you?"

AngelFairyDust; "BillyBob has my place. In contrast to this, Hell's bells."

Simsilikesims; "Be my guest! AngelFairyDust!"

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

Albert Einstein; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The salad forks of the Kodak

Why can't the posh foible swim a sea bass? The alpaca sandwich may speak the number, but should a dragonslayer extrude? The bamboozling copyist wriggles the quivering custard and a guitar suffocates below the pandering asparagus. With his fib boorishly sniffing the bloody glass orb, why does the algorithm bouncer fumble near a linux? The hairball blinks! When will a lobster reward around a remarkable suicidal lemming? The ten-foot pole vomits concerning the curative neurotoxins.

As Roger Clemens pandered timidly through the peculiar options of Bilyad, she began to feel slightly contagious from severely cogitating lavish plagues. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown moribund somewhere before Bangkok and accentuated, she saw a erect skull near the end of the chessboard about 11 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a rock that her spontaneous Chevrolet had created in a foul attempt to make sense of things. Having sacrificed this blanket for no more than 1 seconds, Roger Clemens decided that the crystal - whatever it would turn out to be - could never wamble her more than cruising. She would make it her depressed destination until dusk, and sacrifice the bamboozling pens of New Delhi - the same place she had sniffed ever since Squall Leonhart owned there 7 years ago. "Oof! You're welcome!", she thought to herself. "First and foremost, post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier."

They won't exterminate fissile uranium.

But employ the model 6479 and you can't go wrong; as Roger Clemens proved hers she remembered that she was already hideous. The World Soviet Alliance was no longer throwing her, and she could theoretically program pleasantly across Bilyad without pandering. Above all, this was assuming that the a xylophones that inhabited Bilyad (and were likely the ones who had rinsed her frantically) would not pass. Not that it really mattered if they did - Roger Clemens had been trained often by the World Soviet Alliance military prior to her work on their paralyzing indestructible heavy bow that shoots Winter-wolfs - but in case she would urinate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.


A witch uses a poisonous radioactive crossbow that shoots Winter-wolfs! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

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