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The Auto-Novel[edit]

Prologue[edit]

Before this was written, a sea cucumber wandered through the Llwy-ar-lawr Galactic Empire Hall of tomatoes...

Chapter 1: The pocket-sized monkey[edit]

Once upon a airplane, despite a bloody cod in The Place where Dragons Be, our cellphone was insulted. "By all means" was slimy as 80 pillows, heartlessly. In contrast to this, the Coffee Republic lolled nuclear reactors over 2 Max FP, among well-to-do night sticks.

Luckily, the airplane was brazenly Q and 1/2 cakes from The Middle of Nowhere. "Oh Leonard Bernstein" exclaimed the temple. Gain 90 Sword Skill! George W. Bush is disturbingly regarding the Banana Republic's Sword Skill and lightsabers washing. "FUCKTARD," Monica Lewinski ablated. As you might expect, Slobodan Milošević was not smug, legislating Polearm Skill.

Timmy Turner the polar bear pwns tanks, but only aboard pyrrhic operating systems on 1337 . In conclusion, I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?? A white cheese.

On the other hand, in 1341 AD, Freddy Krueger the zebra baptized, "HELL" He got Kahlúa on my feces. Uh-oh! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!

His sister was at The Moon, destroying his pupil when the towells began deporting. "Barnacles" he optimized. "They've sacrificed the shimmery options!"

Equally important as Donald Duck said, ex scientia vera, meaning "because people deserve to know the truth about what we suffer every day!" They were converted to Scientology and matured a neurotoxin. The Galactic Empire reduced their 998,001 homologies, but The Ministry of Peace was riotously more invincible.

The brother , Oprah Winfrey, liked yucky-looking gooey yellow with a touch of slimy green blood plasma.

It was dried that US Navy aircraft carrier agreed the animal of ectoplasm. Everything considered, it wasn't absorbent. A blender pandered a hotel. Most of the time, it was so nonchalantly oblivious it turned into Timmy Turner. Everyone agreed that a temple wasn't the best way to reward. At the same time, erotic operating systems aren't very egregious because of all the burritos they eat, and the fact they live in Leifian State of Vinland, where the violoncelli worship an almighty ferret.

The etchings rebelled against the evil Aztec Empire. Problems arose when Rupert Murdoch earned a search engine. Jerry Jackson was so substandard it was decided that a plastic was soon to discalceate. This resulted in a final battle, where Albert Einstein was deliberated by Barney the Dinosaur. Do you still think rabbits are cute?

It was then a dark day for Temporal Integrity Commission. They hadn't got 95 Firemaking, and a enormous city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Hyren. This was before Your Mom stepped in and battled the yellow-bellied monster. The monster's ankle came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Kender (with 40 Gayness) cogitating a Rick James behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

To cut a long story short, the belittling city was meditated. It had once been a navigating metropolis, but it was now raging.

Chapter 2: The transparent rucksack[edit]

The spontaneous cartilages went across the windy archangel. It was a unnatural site, with cryptic homicidal screaming carrots the size of books. There were no club sandwitchs or talent agents. The voyage to the ruins of the abnormal city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a living site. The Skales that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Eastern State of Cree. Everything seemed fine until a Saiya jin jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the zit. The crewman then constructed the osmosis. Another sexy crewman fed the a Saiya jin some ham he had in his cliff. This froze the a Saiya jin and made it oozing. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Barrow wights came destroying despite a reindeer. These monsters were on edge.

For instance, it has been frozen that writing a Barrow wight can brutally earn ones peach.

Meanwhile, in Leyte, Bob Saget was suffocating a ax murderer. It suddenly came to him that he could envision The Galactic Empire if he sanctified the aviator. He realised that he could toast Sephiroth into lathering a question mark. This would be a moist DJ. For many weeks he blessed across the foul microcosm, to get to Assyria. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Galactic Empire had quantified there. This was melodramatic for him as he was nail-biting at the time. He was deterred by the killer pudding because he didn't have 420 Critical Hits.

His paternal great-great-grandmother managed to add though, and this caused The Galactic Empire to swallow bachelor on Assyria, because of a hybrid engine cruising a Sparta. Bob Saget cogitated a guru for deceiving a beach ball with a foreign sword. But a few airplanes were already lolling amongst the idiotic guru. So he accentuated that cowbell and left it in Ohio. Upon leaving, he saw Hugo Chávez and a Barrow wight vomiting a owl. "Get your own, shit head!" they yelled, as Bob Saget DELETED! his knuckles. "BELLEND" he cried, as he watched Kraid be fragged by Waluigi armed with a amram.

Chapter 3: The senseless Caturday[edit]

"???????!" was the cry that the people of Assyria were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> crystallized the clammy rope past the Galactic Empire building. "You'll never geld our DVD, shit head! We have crossbows!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Barrow wight," said the President, "They'll all be disenchanted in just 2 hours!" "OMG!1!!" died a slow boing. "OMG!1!!" said the ambushed by -0 n00bs 6 faggot pussies Galactic Empire. Assyria was the MR. DRESSUP CAN KISS MY ASS! pervert of 85 people's <insert name here> hideout of Monday. The next time Bob Saget returned to the scene, the blenders were not suffocating anymore.

Chapter 4: To cut a long story short, a tuxedo will revolt[edit]

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

<insert name here>; "SHITE, answer me: acidify, and program yourself."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Long live the Madame!"

Barney the Dinosaur; "Llwy-ar-lawr?"

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?"

<insert name here>; "You come most puce except your factoid".

Llwy-ar-lawr; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Assyria, <insert name here>."

<insert name here>; "to this bridge much thanks: FUCKFACE, And I am sick at cheek."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?."

<insert name here>; "Not a goose deporting."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Furgle, good Monday. If you do meet Bob Saget and Sun Tzu, The virii towards my watch, bid them to subvocalise hardly."

Sun Tzu; "I think I hear them.--You're welcome! Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?"

<insert name here>; "Friends underneath Galactic Empire."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "And rake versus the Austrian.

<insert name here>; "terrorize you good-night."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Okay, farewell, honest sargent, Who hath reliev'd you?"

<insert name here>; "Chimychanga has my place. Most of the time, Cheers."


Llwy-ar-lawr; "That's alright! <insert name here>!"

<insert name here>; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"

Sun Tzu; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The lithiums toward the question mark[edit]

Why can't the colossal equestrian crankle a animal? The cigarette may burn the Cadillac, but should a colonel feast? The feasting driptray constructs the bad mannered crusher and a critter washes below the raping pumpkin. With his thumbtack grumpily rinsing the yellow-bellied spoon, why does the liger sargent delete near a anything? The Taahgaarxian allows! When will a diesel engine absolve around a gay fiasco? The encyclopedia curses as the folksy search engines.

As Bob Saget DELETED! often through the nefarious houseplants of Assyria, she began to feel slightly demoralizing from barely washing rapturous brooms. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown jocular somewhere before Sicily and reduced, she saw a spine-chilling ox near the end of the paycheck about 35 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a chromosome that her abnormal fiddle had created in a smelly attempt to make sense of things. Having cured this redwood for no more than 3 seconds, Bob Saget decided that the loser - whatever it would turn out to be - could never obliterate her more than programing. She would make it her red destination until dusk, and activate the constructing blenders of Shadow Moses - the same place she had sanctified ever since Kyle Broflovski litigated there 5 years ago. "Yow! What's eating you!", she thought to herself. "As often as not, vice versa."

They won't veto a blow-up doll.

But deport the model 5795 and you can't go wrong; as Bob Saget DELETED! hers she remembered that she was already vulgar. The Galactic Empire was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically pander (in an unimpressed manner) across Assyria without curing. Generally speaking, this was assuming that the a eurgs that inhabited Assyria (and were likely the ones who had employed her (in a disorderly fashion)) would not baste. Not that it really mattered if they did - Bob Saget had been trained puzzlingly by the Galactic Empire military prior to her work on their useless biological double-ultra super megadart gun - but in case she would excruciate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...[edit]

A referee uses a deadly radioactive rough phaser-cannon! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Oliver Twist's sensual alpaca sandwich[edit]

Chapter 1: Test subject #661[edit]

As Kermit the Frog entered the Shadow Moses, he was sanctified into a a Handlinger.