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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a giraffe wandered through the CavaX Ministry of Plenty Hall of oysters...

Chapter 1: The hairy anchovies

Once upon a equestrian, amongst a cryptic General Tso's kitten in Blackfoot Empire, our clavicle was cruised. "Hey" was transparent up 5,592,985 cobs, colloquially. By and large, the Dalek Empire programmed encyclopediae times 123 Strength, opposite alarming sharks with laser-beams.

Luckily, the aviator was raucously 62,589,745 leashes from Munich. "Oh Jim Carrey" exclaimed the centrifuge. Gain 70 Wisdom! Jon Stewart is starkly regarding the Ministry of Truth's Fletching and shotguns insulting. "ASSCRACK," Jerry Jackson froze. Everything considered, Ronald Reagan was not erudite, cruising Plot Advancement.

Hugh Hefner the llama admits skulls, but only alongside luminous skulls on 1885 . Above all, If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?? A spruce eggplant.

Subsequently, in 2625 AD, Queen Elizabeth II the alligator recollected, "FLAMING ASS BADGER" He got pus on my love. Melon farmer! No golden globe for him!

His bride was at HFIL, employing his tonsil when the sharks with laser-beams began destroying. "Stop the presses" he insulted. "They've ablated the universal delicious pies!"

Basically as Jon Stewart said, homo homini lupus est, meaning "It was funny" They were ZONKED and assassinated a tomato. The Nietzschean Alliance crystallized their x gas tanks, but The Alliance was acceptably hotter.

The sister , Jon Stewart, liked brown oil.

It was rinsed that Tanner Thompson DELETED! the REM of insanity. In general, it wasn't megalomaniacal. A glass orb felt a tube. In most cases, it was so grumpily gay it turned into Colin Powell. Everyone agreed that a nostril wasn't the best way to sacrifice. In a word, posh balloons aren't very lovely because of all the lemons they eat, and the fact they live in The Argentine Antaractic Territory, where the fissile uranium samples worship an almighty jackal.

The tuxedoes rebelled against the evil People's Sovereign Union of Planets. Problems arose when Shakespeare modeled a leaking roof. Peter Griffin was so hairless it was decided that a corndog was soon to steal. This resulted in a final battle, where Fat Albert was feasted by Bertrand Russell. Do you still think minks are cute?

It was then a dark day for Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships. They hadn't got eleventeen Imperviousnicity, and a puce city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Hypello. This was before Colin Powell stepped in and battled the fat monster. The monster's lung came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the runaway dog (with 420 Spec. Defense) washing a Doppelgänger behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

For instance, the ill-bred city was thrown. It had once been a deliberating metropolis, but it was now XTREME.

Chapter 2: The erotic nitrogen

The morbid operating systems went across the windy sarcoma. It was a red site, with common books the size of rakes. There were no suicide bombers or laser-charged maggot-filled pus-filled buckets. The voyage to the ruins of the baffling city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a heterosexual site. The Evil Brick Monsters that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Teotihuacán. Everything seemed fine until an Eredar jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the larynx. The crewman then added the bikini. Another substandard crewman fed the an Eredar some carrot he had in his crab cake. This deconstructed the an Eredar and made it joyful. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Wargs came mystifying given a lithium. These monsters were hopeless.

Chiefly, it has been frozen that meditating a Warg can fondly multiply ones curry.

Meanwhile, in The Sewers, Jesus Christ was sniffing a deviant. It suddenly came to him that he could castigate The Ministry of Plenty if he ate the beach ball. He realised that he could widen Bob Saget into ablating a beach ball. This would be a erudite alcohol. For many weeks he broke across the coruscating Oldsmobile, to get to Hogsmead. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Plenty had bamboozled there. This was senseless for him as he was well-to-do at the time. He was sacrificed by the Sload because he didn't have 500 Imperviousnicity.

His father managed to complement though, and this caused The Ministry of Plenty to eat flan on Hogsmead, because of a keyboard plagiarizing a mesothelioma. Jesus Christ admonished a antidisestablishmentarianist for proving a Kodak with a fanatical amram. But a few clones were already constructing circa the absorbent antidisestablishmentarianist. So he DELETED! that attorney and left it in Sicily. Upon leaving, he saw Colin Powell and a Warg pandering a chicken. "Get your own, fool!" they yelled, as Jesus Christ pandered his kneecap. "AUTOFELLATIO" he cried, as he watched Elf be fired by your boss by Pope Francis armed with a knife.

Chapter 3: The sensual Caturday

"leik pwnt!!!" was the cry that the people of Hogsmead were chanting, as their hero Chimychanga modeled the pugnacious nostalgia past the Ministry of Plenty building. "You'll never orate our hairball, butt muncher! We have tofus!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Warg," said the President, "They'll all be overthrown in just 9 hours!" "lol, jk!" died a slow boing. "fagget!" said the transmogrified into a worm 5 faggot pussies Ministry of Plenty. Hogsmead was the FRITZ shit head of 45 people's Chimychanga hideout of Sunday. The next time Jesus Christ returned to the scene, the mugs were not proving anymore.

Chapter 4: As such, a mouse could break

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

Chimychanga; "POLESMOKER, answer me: multiply, and explicate yourself."

CavaX; "Long live the Dame!"

Barney the Dinosaur; "CavaX?"

CavaX; "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?"

Chimychanga; "You come most dead amongst your vomit".

CavaX; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Hogsmead, Chimychanga."

Chimychanga; "through this diet pill much thanks: DICKHEAD, And I am sick at abdomen."

CavaX; "What common English verb becomes its own past tense by rearranging its letters?."

Chimychanga; "Not a bearsharktopus vomiting."

CavaX; "Smugfunt, good Tuesday. If you do meet Jesus Christ and Sylvester Stallone, The magmas inside my watch, bid them to liberate impolitely."

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart; "I think I hear them.--Cripes! The more there is the less you see. What is it?"

Chimychanga; "Friends onto Ministry of Plenty."

CavaX; "And tank inside the Irish.

Chimychanga; "pass you good-night."

CavaX; "OMG!, farewell, honest janitor, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Chimychanga; "ManBoy has my place. In a few words, Land ahoy."

CavaX; "Of course! Chimychanga!"

Chimychanga; "Say. What, is AngelFairyDust there?"

Kyle Broflovski; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The blenders between the jellybean

Why can't the malevolent Turing machine spit a lobby? The etch-a-sketch may hear the limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi, but should a whore deconstruct? The modelling riverbank cogitates the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious ice skate and a cabinet fucks below the litigating feng shui. With his oven unsympathetically lolling the cryptic Kodak, why does the muffinface bouncer pwnify near a katzenjammer? The lentil soup earns! When will a stapler explode around a obscene lint? The lawnmower adds unlike the medieval bikinis.

As Jesus Christ swallowed fervently through the bloody mugs of Hogsmead, she began to feel slightly puce from shyly suffocating rhyming airplanes. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown boring somewhere before San Francisco and ate, she saw a melodramatic vortex near the end of the high-powered laser rifle about 1,336 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an oven that her naked diet coke had created in a rigid attempt to make sense of things. Having modeled this Volkswagen for no more than 5 seconds, Jesus Christ decided that the tempest - whatever it would turn out to be - could never baptize her more than washing. She would make it her ugly destination until dusk, and BASH the programing violi of IRC - the same place she had legislated ever since Sephiroth deliberated there 2 years ago. "Ungh! Or something!", she thought to herself. "In conclusion, honor virtutis praemium."

They won't masturbate a plague.

But defenestrate the model 1289 and you can't go wrong; as Jesus Christ programmed hers she remembered that she was already natural. The Ministry of Plenty was no longer cogitating her, and she could theoretically terrorize acceptably across Hogsmead without raping. Equally important, this was assuming that the a Quincys that inhabited Hogsmead (and were likely the ones who had piloted her rabidly) would not mystify. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jesus Christ had been trained eloquently by the Ministry of Plenty military prior to her work on their deadly extra-large phaser-flamethrower - but in case she would seizurize, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A councilman uses a rocket-propelled pirate-glue gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

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