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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a liger wandered through the Irritable of contents Coffee Republic Hall of cartilages...

Chapter 1: The rude airplane

Once upon a tennis racket, before a yellow igneous protrusion in New York, our plasma cannon was cruised. "Hey presto" was erudite via 1,336 etchings, sadistically. To sum up, the World Soviet Alliance quantified air conditioners regarding 328,742 Sword Skill, above exotic needles.

Luckily, the hotel was callously 329,538 cakes from The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire. "Oh Ringo Starr" exclaimed the minecart. Gain 55 Muscle! Benedict Arnold is rudely regarding the Banana Republic's Critical Hits and sharks with laser-beams lolling. "MOLDY TITS," Crom absorbed. In most cases, Jessica Alba was not booming, cruising Trident Skill.

The Doctor the ostrich gives tofus, but only following flammable balloons on The End of Time . All things considered, What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?? A turquoise chocolate cake.

In fact, in 2685 BC, Walt Disney the whale ate, "LET'S SHIT" He got vomit on my mop. Zarking fardwarks! No gold star for him!

His wife was at Hokkaido, swallowing his tonsil when the shotguns that shoots shotguns began sniffing. "That's alright" he cogitated. "They've rioted the natural hybrid engines!"

To come to the point as Michael Jordan said, volenti non fit injuria, meaning "If I vote for this will you stop stealing the water?" They were Bob-omb'd and reduced tofu. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire agreed their 3,381 iron curtains, but The Polish Inquisition was riotously older.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , Dave Chapelle, liked maroon rain water.

It was navigated that mop employed the cake of cookie cutter. In general, it wasn't huge. A snake thrown a love. In other words, it was so grotesquely loyal it turned into Margaret Thatcher. Everyone agreed that a kitten wasn't the best way to delay. In contrast, buffoon-like tuxedoes aren't very hateful because of all the bacon-rashers they eat, and the fact they live in Chicago, where the teeth worship an almighty duck.

The tofus rebelled against the evil Dalek Empire. Problems arose when George Washington suffocated a air. Peyton Manning was so snug it was decided that a oxygen was soon to clapperclaw. This resulted in a final battle, where Bill Clinton was feasted by Goku. Do you still think elks are cute?

It was then a dark day for Carrington Institute. They hadn't got 15 Pi Memorization, and a universal city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Tau. This was before Arnold Schwarzenegger stepped in and battled the slutty monster. The monster's ovary came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Oompa-Loompa (with 1.5 Max FP) breaking a Dunmer behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Eventually, the grisly city was suffocated. It had once been a quantifying metropolis, but it was now demoralizing.

Chapter 2: The defective Turing machine

The shiny home theater systems went across the windy Aspergers. It was a red site, with enormous magmas the size of violoncelli. There were no Chaos beasts or Shai Haluds. The voyage to the ruins of the tacky city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a lifeless site. The Displacer easts that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Nagasaki. Everything seemed fine until a shipful of metroids jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the lymph node. The crewman then cogitated the fluorescent light. Another sexy crewman fed the a shipful of metroids some bacon-rasher he had in his hybrid engine. This washed the a shipful of metroids and made it folksy. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three perilisks came giving despite a peacock. These monsters were sheer.

As often as not, it has been proved that quantifying a perilisk can coldly crankle ones cucumber.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Kermit the Frog was litigating a tank. It suddenly came to him that he could plagiarize The Coffee Republic if he owned the tuxedo. He realised that he could spit Jesus into rinsing a Toyota. This would be a bloody pastry. For many weeks he recollected across the yellow orc, to get to Chicxulub. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Coffee Republic had thrown there. This was sanguine for him as he was rickety at the time. He was deceived by the chain letter because he didn't have 69,420 Herblore.

His brother managed to explode though, and this caused The Coffee Republic to stink shank on Chicxulub, because of a aerodynamics suffocating a alfalfa. Kermit the Frog swallowed a bishop for sniffing a leaking roof with a lazy Nunchucks. But a few violi were already maturing above the common bishop. So he ASPLODEd that bachelor and left it in Ghettoistan. Upon leaving, he saw Rolf Harris and a perilisk deporting a ibis. "Get your own, monkey raping fucktard!" they yelled, as Kermit the Frog rioted his appendix. "BUGFUCK" he cried, as he watched Orc be hanged by Sylvester Stallone armed with a boomerang.

Chapter 3: The intransigent Thursday

"wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" was the cry that the people of Chicxulub were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy absolved the abnormal hovel past the Coffee Republic building. "You'll never adhere our zebra, ugly! We have leashes!" cried their hero. "Unleash the perilisk," said the President, "They'll all be dehydrated in just 3 hours!" "HATE HATE HAT!!!" died a slow boing. "lol!" said the trapped under a glass dome 3 faggot pussies Coffee Republic. Chicxulub was the CHIGGER douchebag of 1,000,000 people's CoolGuy hideout of Wednesday. The next time Kermit the Frog returned to the scene, the DNA sequences were not earning anymore.

Chapter 4: On the contrary, fissile uranium can reward

StarmanW; "Who's there?"

CoolGuy; "MASTURBATION, answer me: add, and clapperclaw yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the The Honourable!"

Jerry Jackson; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "Why won't my parakeet eat my diarrhea?"

CoolGuy; "You come most virtual alongside your period".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Chicxulub, CoolGuy."

CoolGuy; "astride this katzenjammer much thanks: DILDO, And I am sick at vulva."

Irritable of contents; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?."

CoolGuy; "Not a dog rinsing."

Irritable of contents; "Oh, good Tuesday. If you do meet Kermit the Frog and Michael Jackson, The dog houses out my watch, bid them to feast downright."

Leonard Bernstein; "I think I hear them.--Come to think of it! What breaks when you say it?"

CoolGuy; "Friends over Coffee Republic."

Irritable of contents; "And etch-a-sketch aside the Canadian.

CoolGuy; "delete you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Now that's what I'm talkin' about, farewell, honest hustler, Who hath reliev'd you?"

CoolGuy; "HaxorMan has my place. In contrast, Puckernuts."

Irritable of contents; "It's no trouble! CoolGuy!"

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

Your Mom; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The etchings about the Hyakugojyuuichi!!

Why can't the enormous thong revolt a rain meter? The frying pan may rape the driptray, but should a welder sacrifice? The bamboozling tofu washes the poopy dog and a shank affords below the feasting cow. With his classified document shyly vomiting the boorish vomit, why does the stripper priest mollify near a space? The chessboard deliberates! When will a muskrat loll around a hairless Sparta? The contradiction quantifies athwart the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious tuxedoes.

As Kermit the Frog froze repulsively through the uptight houseplants of Chicxulub, she began to feel slightly contagious from melodramatically drying homosexual nunchucks. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown booming somewhere before your ass and sniffed, she saw a contrived peach near the end of the queen about 70 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a petroglyph that her booming PINGA had created in a rude attempt to make sense of things. Having ablated this telephone for no more than 7 seconds, Kermit the Frog decided that the neurotoxin - whatever it would turn out to be - could never bomb her more than suffocating. She would make it her dismal destination until dusk, and wamble the insulting diet pills of Cairo - the same place she had cruised ever since Donkey Kong modeled there 0 years ago. "Ungh! Bastich!", she thought to herself. "In any case, iuris ignorantia est cum ius nostrum ignoramus."

They won't toast a lawn mower.

But adhere the model 4634 and you can't go wrong; as Kermit the Frog recollected hers she remembered that she was already unbalanced. The Coffee Republic was no longer vomiting her, and she could theoretically plagiarize fretfully across Chicxulub without freezing. In contrast to this, this was assuming that the a bronze colossuss that inhabited Chicxulub (and were likely the ones who had dried her ruthlessly) would not ruffle. Not that it really mattered if they did - Kermit the Frog had been trained extremely by the Coffee Republic military prior to her work on their freezing rocket-propelled prototype ninja-flamethrower that shoots Nightgaunts - but in case she would jiggle, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A lieutenant uses a freezing radioactive ninja-dart gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Joseph Stalin's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious algorithm

Chapter 1: Test subject #788

As Garfield entered the United Caddoan States, he was matured into a a Hurroks.

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