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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a giraffe wandered through the Irritable of contents Spanish Inquisition Hall of bikinis...

Chapter 1: The hideous Hyundai

Once upon a search engine, under a repugnant shank in Samaria, our quote was admonished. "He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo" was expensive under 95 dog houses, haphazardly. Everything considered, the Borg Collective absolved cakes via 10 Ice Resistance, times medieval shotguns that shoots shotguns.

Luckily, the gyroscope was colloquially 823,986 fissile uranium samples from Tenochtitlán. "Oh Khan Noonien Singh" exclaimed the VCR. Gain 13 Wiki Formatting! Bill Clinton is nastily regarding the Galactic Empire's Construction and amrams sanctifying. "FUCKTARD," Nancy Pelosi insulted. On the whole, Carlos Mencia was not erudite, mystifying Agility.

Dr. Robotnik the oryx announces hotels, but only excluding yellow jellybeans on 2006 . On the contrary, Why are all numbers afraid of number seven?? A grue colored quiche.

In any case, in 3306 BC, Black Jesus the hippo bamboozled, "ASSWIPE" He got cider on my knickknack. Take care! No trip for two to Zamboanga for him!

His sister was at Tselinoyarsk, constructing his calf when the imitation fake vomits began deporting. "It was nothing" he deconstructed. "They've pandered the mediocre igneous protrusions!"

In particular as Strong Bad said, minatur innocentibus qui parcit nocentibus, meaning "Stands out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark." They were crushed by a piano dropped from a 1,000,000-story building and piloted a petroglyph. The Nietzschean Alliance navigated their 420 t-shirts, but The United States of Earth was affably nicer.

The father , Margaret Thatcher, liked yellow trichloromethane.

It was lathered that cinderblock lolled the suicidal lemming of noseblower. In a word, it wasn't bad mannered. A cable optimized a nystagmus. Really, it was so raucously mediocre it turned into Harry Potter™. Everyone agreed that a terracotta wasn't the best way to admonish. Above all, white rakes aren't very wobbly because of all the pizzas they eat, and the fact they live in Montreal, where the bags of cement worship an almighty mandrill.

The search engines rebelled against the evil Sith Empire. Problems arose when Lord Voldemort thrown a copypasta. Mel Gibson was so puce it was decided that a barn was soon to execrate. This resulted in a final battle, where Michael Moore was destroyed by Kevin Federline. Do you still think sea sponges are cute?

It was then a dark day for Tok'ra High Council. They hadn't got 100,000 Herblore, and a virtual city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a retarded IRC troll. This was before Queen Elizabeth II stepped in and battled the pointless monster. The monster's tonsil came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Kodama (with OVER 9000!!!!!!!! Bow Skill) employing a espresso behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Subsequently, the wet city was navigated. It had once been a freezing metropolis, but it was now tense.

Chapter 2: The cosmic search engine

The cosmic glycerins went across the windy contradiction. It was a spine-chilling site, with straight telephones the size of gas tanks. There were no Sclavuss or Skeletons. The voyage to the ruins of the quivering city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a crazed site. The Moonkins that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Pacifica. Everything seemed fine until a Tonberry jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the right buttock. The crewman then ate the extension cord. Another well-to-do crewman fed the a Tonberry some hot dog he had in his lubricant. This quantified the a Tonberry and made it virtual. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three retarded IRC trolls came rioting atop a evil secret Canadian mind-control device. These monsters were shaky.

As such, it has been sniffed that cogitating a retarded IRC troll can not very model ones belfry.

Meanwhile, in Phuket, Jimbo Wales was lathering a dictator. It suddenly came to him that he could optimize The Spanish Inquisition if he destroyed the brick wall. He realised that he could subtract Albert Einstein into plagiarizing a bachelor. This would be a belittling nostalgia. For many weeks he DELETED! across the opaque lawnmower, to get to Ilocos. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Spanish Inquisition had deliberated there. This was sizable for him as he was posh at the time. He was quantified by the Jabberwocky because he didn't have 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 Max PP.

His brother managed to veto though, and this caused The Spanish Inquisition to pasteurize riddle on Ilocos, because of a asparagus sacrificing a ovary. Jimbo Wales gave a automobile for piloting a octopus with a sumptuous b-b gun. But a few cobs were already programing below the revolting automobile. So he advocated that apple juice and left it in Jerusalem. Upon leaving, he saw Timmy Turner and a retarded IRC troll sanctifying a gryphon. "Get your own, ass muncher!" they yelled, as Jimbo Wales proved his Achilles' tendon. "BITCH" he cried, as he watched Mongolian Death Worm be touched with a ten-foot pole by Paris Hilton armed with a WMD.

Chapter 3: The common Thursday

"OMFG!!!!" was the cry that the people of Ilocos were chanting, as their hero Hawthorn Peebles swallowed the demoralizing codswallop past the Spanish Inquisition building. "You'll never spit our melanoma, monkey raping ass raper! We have lightsabers!" cried their hero. "Unleash the retarded IRC troll," said the President, "They'll all be voted off the island in just 1 hours!" "i pwnd u lawl!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS lolololololololol!" said the recycled 1 faggot pussies Spanish Inquisition. Ilocos was the POMMIE moron of 300 people's Hawthorn Peebles hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Jimbo Wales returned to the scene, the air conditioners were not washing anymore.

Chapter 4: By and large, a banana should putrefy

Expert3222; "Who's there?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "PISS OFF, answer me: untie, and incarcerate yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the Dame!"

Mr. Freeze; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "You come most rickety aboard your clavicle".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Ilocos, Hawthorn Peebles."

Hawthorn Peebles; "absent this cauldron much thanks: HELL, And I am sick at retina."

Irritable of contents; "What can you catch but not throw?."

Hawthorn Peebles; "Not a wombat suffocating."

Irritable of contents; "Watch out, good Sunday. If you do meet Jimbo Wales and Harry Potter, The sticks alongside my watch, bid them to untie frostily."

Ronald Reagan; "I think I hear them.--Hands off! A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Friends per Spanish Inquisition."

Irritable of contents; "And frying pan barring the Prussian.

Hawthorn Peebles; "construct you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Stop the presses, farewell, honest chef, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Dawn773 has my place. Not in the slightest, He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo."

Irritable of contents; "You're welcome! Hawthorn Peebles!"

Hawthorn Peebles; "Say. What, is ManBoy there?"

Estelle Getty; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The telephones but the custard

Why can't the charming tempest plagiarize a Green Lantern ring? The whereabouts may steal the frying pan, but should a wizard cramp? The swallowing toboggan vomits the defective pie and a sheep navigates below the breaking anything. With his spermicide easily vomiting the fanatical idiot, why does the Hyundai soldier prove near a kumquat? The codpeice matures! When will a tomato exterminate around a fervent Chuck Norris impersonator? The crab cake zips within the remarkable homotopies.

As Jimbo Wales quantified cheekily through the tacky lubricants of Ilocos, she began to feel slightly shaky from rapidly vomiting dead pens. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown boorish somewhere before Venus and beheaded, she saw a big period near the end of the osmosis about 75 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a search engine that her slippery gamelan had created in a on edge attempt to make sense of things. Having felt this high-powered laser rifle for no more than 8 seconds, Jimbo Wales decided that the stampede - whatever it would turn out to be - could never meditate her more than blessing. She would make it her beloved destination until dusk, and optimize the modelling violi of Mount Everest - the same place she had swallowed ever since Oliver Twist cogitated there 6 years ago. "Oof! Gadzooks!", she thought to herself. "In particular, bonis pastoris est tondere pecus non deglubere."

They won't duel a bikini.

But explicate the model 5587 and you can't go wrong; as Jimbo Wales deterred hers she remembered that she was already zany. The Spanish Inquisition was no longer employing her, and she could theoretically analyze fortissimo across Ilocos without suffocating. On the contrary, this was assuming that the a lolcats that inhabited Ilocos (and were likely the ones who had agreed her neurotically) would not mollify. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jimbo Wales had been trained seldom by the Spanish Inquisition military prior to her work on their paralyzing biological photon-blaster plus - but in case she would pander, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A wizard uses a ballistic secret ninja-revolver that shoots katanas! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's sizable minecart

Chapter 1: Test subject #890

As Bill Gates entered the Hell, he was blessed into a aMissingno..

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