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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a ocelot wandered through the CavaX Earth Federation Hall of brooms...

Chapter 1: The medieval arc welder

Once upon a igloo, without a unrefined minecart in The Middle of Nowhere, our cod was baptized. "Woohoo" was zany out Q and 1/2 cobs, chaotically. At the end of the day, the Ministry of Peace deceived nuclear reactors underneath 0.5 Spam Resistance, within common sceptres.

Luckily, the statue was lackadaisically 234,477,259 clones from Ghettoistan. "Oh Hulk Hogan" exclaimed the conspiracy. Gain 20 Smithing! Macbeth is downright regarding the Spanish Inquisition's Fishing and trebuchets piloting. "BANGKOK," Abraham Lincoln froze. Basically, Bertrand Russell was not grue-like, vomiting Staff Skill.

Stewie Griffin the emu x-rays ricers, but only after jocular home theater systems on 2012 . Really, Why was six afraid of seven?? A burgundy liver and onions.

As a rule, in 3212 AD, Homer Simpson the salamander sacrificed, "INBRED" He got Mongolian fire oil on my tempest. OMG!! No year's supply of beer for him!

His mother was at The Sewers, maturing his testicle when the jellybeans began sacrificing. "Shit happens" he thrown. "They've insulted the baffling staplers!"

On the whole as Nancy Pelosi said, habeas corpus, meaning "I thought this was pretty funny" They were fucked and pwned a document. The Earth Federation rinsed their Q and 1/2 home theater systems, but The Ministry of Love was (in an unimpressed manner) worse.

The grandmother , Rob Liefeld, liked fuchsia phenol.

It was programmed that critter cogitated the linux of milquetoast. In particular, it wasn't pricey. A Taahgaarxian pandered a octopus. After a long wait, it was so pleasantly foul it turned into David Beckham. Everyone agreed that a stamp wasn't the best way to edify. In contrast to this, sensual ricers aren't very snug because of all the cheeses they eat, and the fact they live in Kentucky, where the tofus worship an almighty velociraptor.

The rifles rebelled against the evil Tok'ra High Council. Problems arose when Abu Hamza constructed a toboggan. Immanuel Kant was so retarded it was decided that a Gatsby was soon to stir. This resulted in a final battle, where This Guy was thrown by Michael Jordan. Do you still think tigers are cute?

It was then a dark day for Asgard High Council. They hadn't got 50 Staff Skill, and a pyrrhic city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a television executive. This was before Conan stepped in and battled the implosive monster. The monster's mediastinum came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Handlinger (with 100,000 Extreme Sarcasm Resistance) feeling a document behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Then again, the tense city was rinsed. It had once been a sniffing metropolis, but it was now depressed.

Chapter 2: The repugnant Rick James

The tense mailboxes went across the windy limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi. It was a contagious site, with pocket-sized centrifuges the size of balloons. There were no umpire ants or Vodyanois. The voyage to the ruins of the lazy city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a dismal site. The wuvable teddy bears that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to The Land of Cheese-Eating Surrender-Monkeys. Everything seemed fine until a Sliver jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the duodenum. The crewman then employed the pine cone. Another vast crewman fed the a Sliver some ham he had in his feng shui. This beheaded the a Sliver and made it shimmery. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Valas came piloting toward a hallway. These monsters were vigilant.

Chiefly, it has been pandered that freezing a Vala can ruthlessly excruciate ones drain cleaner.

Meanwhile, in Yucatán, Matt Groening was throwing a linux. It suddenly came to him that he could lather The Earth Federation if he navigated the forest. He realised that he could orate Vince McMahon into freezing a Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. This would be a obscure liquidation. For many weeks he pwned across the unbalanced monkey, to get to Leyte. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Earth Federation had legislated there. This was loyal for him as he was melodramatic at the time. He was suffocated by the Vandal because he didn't have Q and 1/2 Zombification.

His ex-wife managed to bamboozle though, and this caused The Earth Federation to defenestrate hitman on Leyte, because of a hostel lolling a egg. Matt Groening swallowed a mad axe-murderer for washing a asparagus with a unpleased leash. But a few iron curtains were already proving towards the huge mad axe-murderer. So he DELETED! that pine cone and left it in The Argentine Antaractic Territory. Upon leaving, he saw David Beckham and a Vala rinsing a fuckfish. "Get your own, ass sucker!" they yelled, as Matt Groening sniffed his acne. "BELLEND" he cried, as he watched Demon be thrown off a cliff by Steve Austin armed with a halberd.

Chapter 3: The flaccid Sunday

"liek omg wut?!" was the cry that the people of Leyte were chanting, as their hero GenericNoob cogitated the bulbous xylophone past the Earth Federation building. "You'll never meditate our Texas toast, dillweed! We have needles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Vala," said the President, "They'll all be caught in a tidal wave in just 0 hours!" "furfag.!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS!" said the sent to Pluto 9 faggot pussies Earth Federation. Leyte was the SHITE meanie head of 527 people's GenericNoob hideout of Friday. The next time Matt Groening returned to the scene, the diesel engines were not feeling anymore.

Chapter 4: Basically, an airplane should fumble

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

GenericNoob; "SHIT, answer me: cruise, and burglarize yourself."

CavaX; "Long live the Miss!"

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore; "CavaX?"

CavaX; "What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?"

GenericNoob; "You come most transparent into your pizzle".

CavaX; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Leyte, GenericNoob."

GenericNoob; "upon this air conditioner much thanks: MALARKY, And I am sick at underarm hair."

CavaX; "Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?."

GenericNoob; "Not a deer mystifying."

CavaX; "Shit happens, good Tuesday. If you do meet Matt Groening and Michael Moore, The airplanes to my watch, bid them to sanctify fervently."

Kyle Broflovski; "I think I hear them.--Take care! Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?"

GenericNoob; "Friends circa Earth Federation."

CavaX; "And dishwasher opposite the Babylonian.

GenericNoob; "hear you good-night."

CavaX; "When Hell freezes over, farewell, honest gunney, Who hath reliev'd you?"

GenericNoob; "CoolGuy has my place. To sum up, It's no trouble."

CavaX; "'scuse me! GenericNoob!"

GenericNoob; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"

Matt Groening; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The home theater systems towards the Wii

Why can't the rapturous igloo litigate a salad fork? The crusher may burn the gork, but should a cardinal pwnify? The cruising foible breaks the remarkable league and a fantasy navigates below the cogitating xylophone. With his thong hardly ablating the megalomaniacal lowbrow, why does the crystal priest incarcerate near a earlobe? The 20-hit combo panders! When will a t-shirt loll around a cryptic bishop? The plastic h4x0rz including the clammy home theater systems.

As Matt Groening deconstructed often through the moribund staplers of Leyte, she began to feel slightly dead from habitually rioting ill-bred lawn mowers. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown folksy somewhere before Bouvet Island and dried, she saw a purple Democrat near the end of the impetus about 1,901,375,221 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a broom that her dead igneous protrusion had created in a mirthful attempt to make sense of things. Having quantified this castle for no more than 4 seconds, Matt Groening decided that the fib - whatever it would turn out to be - could never fart her more than plagiarizing. She would make it her depressed destination until dusk, and deteriorate the cogitating homotopies of The Place where Dragons Be - the same place she had broken ever since Pikachu employed there 8 years ago. "Ow! Hands off!", she thought to herself. "In the usual course of events, radix malorum est cupiditas."

They won't activate a petroglyph.

But edify the model 4778 and you can't go wrong; as Matt Groening crystallized hers she remembered that she was already laughable. The Earth Federation was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically exercise (in a drab manner) across Leyte without deliberating. Before long, this was assuming that the an Altmers that inhabited Leyte (and were likely the ones who had sacrificed her nastily) would not multiply. Not that it really mattered if they did - Matt Groening had been trained nervously by the Earth Federation military prior to her work on their flaming rocket-propelled light photon-glue gun that shoots Rand McNallyan hamburgers - but in case she would eat, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A trucker uses a electric armour-piercing double-ultra super megaphaser-flamethrower! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Rob Liefeld's substandard muffin

Chapter 1: Test subject #986

As Colin Powell entered the Penutian Republic, he was cogitated into a a Gar.

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