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The Auto-Novel[edit]

Prologue[edit]

Before this was written, a hare wandered through the Simsilikesims Klingon Empire Hall of blenders...

Chapter 1: The foul blasphemy[edit]

Once upon a lunch, with a emaciated button in Samaria, our apple juice was rinsed. "Not at all" was raging worth 70 virii, callously. After some time, the Galactic Empire lathered ovens amongst 100,000 Polearm Skill, across moribund torpedos.

Luckily, the Goblin Glider was pleasantly 29,753 tuxedoes from Yoshi's Island. "Oh Kevin Federline" exclaimed the ad. Gain 1,134 Eurg Resistance! Mr. Freeze is fondly regarding the Time Lord High Council's Stamina and trebuchets deconstructing. "HONKY," Darth Vader constructed. In contrast to this, Your Dad was not offensive, deconstructing Spec. Attack.

Ganondorf the wolverine mystifies bikinis, but only below obscene hot dogs on 1337 . Anyway, What goes around the world but stays in a corner?? A orange cruton.

Basically, in 629 AD, Crom the llama rioted, "FUCKFACE" He got ketchup on my balloon. Woopiedoo! No trip for two to A Place Far, Far Away for him!

His groom was at New Jersey, pandering his mouth when the bow and arrow began deliberating. "Bam" he felt. "They've earned the spine-chilling delicious pies!"

As a rule as Michael Jordan said, alis volat propriis, meaning "It's a little short, but it's incredibly funny." They were given drain bamage and swallowed a centrifuge. The Aztec Empire gave their 9,594,426 DNA sequences, but The Ministry of Love was not very milkier.

The nephew , Shaquille O'Neal, liked spruce acetic acid.

It was programmed that Juffo-Wup recollected the alpaca sandwich of blanket. Everything considered, it wasn't coruscating. A snake sacrificed a microcosm. Furthermore, it was so insufficiently grisly it turned into Khan Noonien Singh. Everyone agreed that a bottle wasn't the best way to incarcerate. Basically, implosive hybrid engines aren't very nail-biting because of all the goulashs they eat, and the fact they live in Phuket, where the rifles worship an almighty wolverine.

The mugs rebelled against the evil Centauri Republic. Problems arose when Jerry Fallwell proved a baseball bat. Bertrand Russell was so emancipated it was decided that a brickbat was soon to behead. This resulted in a final battle, where Kyle Broflovski was rioted by Samus Aran. Do you still think ferrets are cute?

It was then a dark day for Obsidian Order. They hadn't got 250,000 Wit, and a Pastafarian city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Thoul. This was before Waluigi stepped in and battled the bad mannered monster. The monster's toe came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Eladrin (with 90 Wit) vomiting a ax murderer behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Eventually, the wobbly city was deterred. It had once been a navigating metropolis, but it was now shimmery.

Chapter 2: The unreliable redwood[edit]

The macabre nuclear reactors went across the windy infinity. It was a curative site, with white lithiums the size of rakes. There were no Ents or laser-charged maggot-filled pus-filled buckets. The voyage to the ruins of the slippery city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a defective site. The Ka Po'Tuns that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Nagasaki. Everything seemed fine until a Broo jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the middle finger. The crewman then discombobulated the cellulite. Another bright crewman fed the a Broo some lasagna he had in his can opener. This deterred the a Broo and made it virtual. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three ferocious ur-gerbils came rinsing concerning a Turing machine. These monsters were nail-biting.

Above all, it has been sacrificed that legislating a ferocious ur-gerbil can insufficiently seizure ones diet mouthwash.

Meanwhile, in Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Slobodan Milošević was lolling a event. It suddenly came to him that he could exercise The Klingon Empire if he admonished the zipper. He realised that he could pander Fat Albert into quantifying a respiratory system. This would be a complaining raccoon. For many weeks he cruised across the bright station wagon, to get to The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Klingon Empire had eaten there. This was rickety for him as he was explosive at the time. He was litigated by the Nefane because he didn't have 1,134 Cuteness.

His wife managed to terrorize though, and this caused The Klingon Empire to balkanize vomit on The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys, because of a codpeice bamboozling a kumquat. Slobodan Milošević gave a ad for programing a Weltschmerz with a round ten-foot pole. But a few needles were already insulting excluding the erotic ad. So he rinsed that prostitute and left it in Bulacan. Upon leaving, he saw Hugh Hefner and a ferocious ur-gerbil ablating a gazelle. "Get your own, failure!" they yelled, as Slobodan Milošević advocated his chest. "NIGGER" he cried, as he watched Orc be hit by a wrecking ball by Sun Tzu armed with a Nuns.

Chapter 3: The unreliable The day after Tomorrow[edit]

"liek omg wut?!" was the cry that the people of The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys were chanting, as their hero HaxorMan assassinated the absorbent cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal past the Klingon Empire building. "You'll never baptize our gork, ass bandit! We have ten-foot poles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the ferocious ur-gerbil," said the President, "They'll all be Hadouken'd in just 2 hours!" "SAGE!" died a slow boing. "SAGE!" said the turned into a newt (with no hope of getting better) 2 faggot pussies Klingon Empire. The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys was the PISSHOLE fat ass of 1,337 people's HaxorMan hideout of Saturday. The next time Slobodan Milošević returned to the scene, the violoncelli were not agreeing anymore.

Chapter 4: Generally speaking, a mug won't sniff[edit]

Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"

HaxorMan; "SHITSKIN, answer me: fornicate, and untie yourself."

Simsilikesims; "Long live the Lieutenant!"

Stephen Colbert; "Simsilikesims?"

Simsilikesims; "When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?"

HaxorMan; "You come most rotted before your excrement".

Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys, HaxorMan."

HaxorMan; "against this crab cake much thanks: ASSHAT, And I am sick at larynx."

Simsilikesims; "Why does my life suck so much?."

HaxorMan; "Not a swallow navigating."

Simsilikesims; "My pleasure, good The day after Tomorrow. If you do meet Slobodan Milošević and Mel Gibson, The politicians below my watch, bid them to widen abrasively."

Bono; "I think I hear them.--Puckernuts! What goes around the world but stays in a corner?"

HaxorMan; "Friends toward Klingon Empire."

Simsilikesims; "And comma along the Argentinian.

HaxorMan; "terrorize you good-night."

Simsilikesims; "Hell's bells, farewell, honest lieutenant, Who hath reliev'd you?"

HaxorMan; "CoolGuy has my place. Not in the slightest, Absolute ruin."


Simsilikesims; "You don't say! HaxorMan!"

HaxorMan; "Say. What, is JesusDood there?"

Michael Jackson; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The ovens until the osteoporosis[edit]

Why can't the artificial cauldron complement a dongle? The ice skate may lather the algorithm, but should a bishop swallow? The deliberating mouse attaches the defensive space and a mouth mystifies below the lathering espresso. With his lentil soup brutally suffocating the universal Tanner Thompson, why does the pastry dealer accentuate near a microcosm? The anything affords! When will a reindeer exercise around a impressive content? The operating system foams concerning the emaciated pastries.

As Slobodan Milošević matured apathetically through the vast salad forks of The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys, she began to feel slightly on edge from continuously insulting zany bikinis. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown sanguine somewhere before Xanadu and ablated, she saw a enormous automobile near the end of the cellulite about 13 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a classified document that her sacrificed archangel had created in a emancipated attempt to make sense of things. Having legislated this Kodak for no more than 6 seconds, Slobodan Milošević decided that the petroglyph - whatever it would turn out to be - could never widen her more than sacrificing. She would make it her obscure destination until dusk, and blast the sanctifying bikinis of Inuit Kingdom - the same place she had eaten ever since This Guy humped there 9 years ago. "Argh! When pigs fly!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, in cauda venenum."

They won't BASH a plague.

But zap the model 9158 and you can't go wrong; as Slobodan Milošević sniffed hers she remembered that she was already uninviting. The Klingon Empire was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically swallow colloquially across The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys without deliberating. First and foremost, this was assuming that the a Muls that inhabited The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys (and were likely the ones who had deliberated her oddly) would not ameliorate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Slobodan Milošević had been trained habitually by the Klingon Empire military prior to her work on their bow - but in case she would refill, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...[edit]

A knight uses a freezing rocket-propelled extra-large laser-musket that shoots cannons! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Bart Simpson's eerie tadpole[edit]

Chapter 1: Test subject #115[edit]

As Mickey Mouse entered the Southern State of Cree, he was rioted into a a Wemic.