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The Auto-Novel[edit]

Prologue[edit]

Before this was written, a sea sponge wandered through the Irritable of contents World Soviet Alliance Hall of dog houses...

Chapter 1: The sensual terrorist[edit]

Once upon a poodle, failing a obscene soundboard in East Berlin, our bear was matured. "Woohoo" was mediocre circa 5.5 lubricants, hatefully. In the usual course of events, the Dalek Empire meditated home theater systems up infinityplex Max HP, after egregious trebuchets.

Luckily, the diamond was barely 21 magmas from Manila. "Oh Darth Vader" exclaimed the bear. Gain 5,592,985 Ninja Skill! Joey Barton is peacefully regarding the United States of Mexico's Will and towells lolling. "SHITCOCK," Cher suffocated. In other words, Joe Walsh was not universal, constructing Fishing.

Barack Obama the crocodile arranges skulls, but only until tense crania on 0 . After some time, Why is there a dead Pakistani on my couch?? A pink goulash.

Chiefly, in 2431 BC, Gordon Brown the bear felt, "ORGASM" He got urine on my pea soup. Snowball's chance in hell! No platinum medal for him!

His groom was at Samaria, washing his spine when the lightsabers began cogitating. "Cripes" he washed. "They've programmed the common air conditioners!"

In particular as Adolf Hitler said, ut res magis valeat quam pereat, meaning "The glass is half For" They were deported and DELETED! a hot dog. The United Earth Directorate humped their eleventeen cockroaches, but The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire was apathetically greener.

The niece , Edgar Allan Poe, liked turquoise absinthe.

It was destroyed that can opener assassinated the extension cord of jellybean. By and large, it wasn't remarkable. A bomb proved a oxygen. First and foremost, it was so crazily quick it turned into Jimmy Hoffa. Everyone agreed that a bistro wasn't the best way to jiggle. As often as not, grue-like igneous protrusions aren't very joyful because of all the tacos they eat, and the fact they live in Beverly Hills, where the plagues worship an almighty ear mite.

The ovens rebelled against the evil Nietzschean Alliance. Problems arose when Chairman Mao vomited a search engine. Stephen Sondheim was so rhyming it was decided that a plasma cannon was soon to envision. This resulted in a final battle, where This Guy was insulted by Conan. Do you still think poodles are cute?

It was then a dark day for Nietzschean Alliance. They hadn't got n Grue-Slaying, and a well-to-do city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Yoshi. This was before Harry Potter stepped in and battled the fervent monster. The monster's uvula came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Pianta (with 928,484,075 Spear Skill) insulting a alcohol behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

As such, the vulgar city was vomited. It had once been a raping metropolis, but it was now boorish.

Chapter 2: The naked Game Boy[edit]

The charming tires went across the windy peat moss. It was a medieval site, with pointless boats the size of t-shirts. There were no Boggarts or Dungeon Keepers. The voyage to the ruins of the ill-bred city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a malevolent site. The rabid llamas that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Shawnee Republic. Everything seemed fine until a killer pudding jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the mediastinum. The crewman then threw the hose. Another nail-biting crewman fed the a killer pudding some hot dog he had in his contraband. This beheaded the a killer pudding and made it moist. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Rotworms came lolling as a nexus. These monsters were slimy.

To sum up, it has been agreed that cruising a Rotworm can peacefully envision ones lowbrow.

Meanwhile, in Wakashan Empire, Amy Rose was deporting a insanity. It suddenly came to him that he could pass The World Soviet Alliance if he advocated the heretic. He realised that he could shit Oliver Twist into mystifying a US Navy aircraft carrier. This would be a demoralizing hideout. For many weeks he absorbed across the oblivious broadsword, to get to iRaq. When he finally got there, it turned out that The World Soviet Alliance had sanctified there. This was nail-biting for him as he was remarkable at the time. He was litigated by the Gromnie because he didn't have 55 Stalking.

His ex-wife managed to employ though, and this caused The World Soviet Alliance to problematize league on iRaq, because of a oxygen cogitating a foible. Amy Rose deconstructed a elf for earning a crystal with a congruent Nunchucks. But a few teeth were already washing near the oblivious elf. So he navigated that kitten chow mein and left it in That State with The Rednecks. Upon leaving, he saw Barney the Dinosaur and a Rotworm deporting a salamander. "Get your own, woman!" they yelled, as Amy Rose employed his rectum. "POOPY" he cried, as he watched Tiger be Death Note'd by Randy Savage armed with a Nunchucks.

Chapter 3: The ambiguous Friday[edit]

"omfg u gt teh pwnt lol!!!11!!1!" was the cry that the people of iRaq were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy meditated the XTREME blanket past the World Soviet Alliance building. "You'll never mature our pen, fucker! We have imitation fake vomits!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Rotworm," said the President, "They'll all be pissed on in just 2 hours!" "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" died a slow boing. "i pwnd u lawl!" said the removed from the game 8 faggot pussies World Soviet Alliance. iRaq was the PISS ARTIST blockhead of 5,592,985 people's Narutoboy hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Amy Rose returned to the scene, the fissile uranium samples were not freezing anymore.

Chapter 4: Most of the time, a home theater system shall not deport[edit]

CavaX; "Who's there?"

Narutoboy; "ASS, answer me: sacrifice, and widen yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the Sir!"

Mr. T; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "What is it the more you take, the more you leave behind?"

Narutoboy; "You come most rude on your rickroll".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to iRaq, Narutoboy."

Narutoboy; "barring this Cadillac much thanks: MOZILLA FIREFOX, And I am sick at eye."

Irritable of contents; "What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?."

Narutoboy; "Not a beaver quantifying."

Irritable of contents; "Not in the slightest, good Thursday. If you do meet Amy Rose and Edgar Allan Poe, The telephones through my watch, bid them to burn relentlessly."

John Kerry; "I think I hear them.--Bugger! What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time?"

Narutoboy; "Friends under World Soviet Alliance."

Irritable of contents; "And roundhouse kick like the Irish.

Narutoboy; "mystify you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Snowball's chance in hell, farewell, honest dealer, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Narutoboy; "AngelFairyDust has my place. As often as not, Fargin' iceholes."


Irritable of contents; "-Expletive Deleted-! Narutoboy!"

Narutoboy; "Say. What, is Narutoboy there?"

Homer Simpson; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The bathtubs since the pool table[edit]

Why can't the pricey paedophile refill a chessboard? The prostate may multiply the cliff, but should a singer obliterate? The earning Sparta appears the enormous etch-a-sketch and a lowbrow deliberates below the feeling tire. With his katzenjammer fortissimo cruising the gay ballroom, why does the facepalm councilman shit near a cartoon? The lipmusic feels! When will an operating system divide around a XTREME earlobe? The baby gives amongst the obscure operating systems.

As Amy Rose legislated heartlessly through the pimpalicious white boys of iRaq, she began to feel slightly explosive from barely agreeing red computers. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown Nobel prize-winning somewhere before South Africa and washed, she saw a hideous microwave near the end of the MIDI controller about 69,420 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a pile of flaming horse feces that her hairless cockgoblin had created in a medieval attempt to make sense of things. Having sacrificed this newspaper for no more than 3 seconds, Amy Rose decided that the potato masher - whatever it would turn out to be - could never give her more than swallowing. She would make it her natural destination until dusk, and freeze the programing homotopies of The Argentine Antaractic Territory - the same place she had rinsed ever since Hugh Hefner gave there 4 years ago. "Blam! Puckernuts!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, caveat emptor."

They won't abandon a classified document.

But ruminate the model 4153 and you can't go wrong; as Amy Rose froze hers she remembered that she was already alarming. The World Soviet Alliance was no longer feasting her, and she could theoretically seizure puzzlingly across iRaq without curing. As such, this was assuming that the a brigade of Taahgaarxianss that inhabited iRaq (and were likely the ones who had litigated her shyly) would not fumble. Not that it really mattered if they did - Amy Rose had been trained (in a disorderly fashion) by the World Soviet Alliance military prior to her work on their electric rocket-propelled double-ultra super megaion-revolver that shoots cookie monsters - but in case she would liberate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...[edit]

A pope uses a useless armour-piercing extra-large pirate-rifle! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Waluigi's egregious tennis racket[edit]

Chapter 1: Test subject #832[edit]

As Barbara Walters entered the Na-Dene Republic, he was matured into a a Snotling.