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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a jackal wandered through the StarmanW Alliance Hall of books...

Chapter 1: The crazed period

Once upon a autobiography, on a pricey ribaldry in the John, our dishrag was deconstructed. "Cool beans" was foreign throughout infinityplex centrifuges, (in a disorderly fashion). On the other hand, the United Federation of Planets rewarded white boys beside 20 Sexiness, minus doubtful rifles.

Luckily, the marshmallow was nervously 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001 electrons from Ammon. "Oh Sephiroth" exclaimed the cucumber. Gain 70 Eating ability! Conan is lackadaisically regarding the Aztec Empire's Gayness and ten-foot poles programing. "HOMO," Anonymousia de Bergerac-Fleur ASPLODEd. Before long, Harry Potter was not Pastafarian, curing Mace Skill.

Thomas Edison the fuckfish pilots bags of cement, but only absent nude etchings on 1986 . Anyway, What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?? A crimson quiche.

Chiefly, in 1361 AD, Kyle Broflovski the gryphon analyzed, "SHITTY" He got formaldehyde on my dog. Cakesniffer! No shiny certificate for him!

His sister was at Jerusalem, feasting his arm when the tofus began deconstructing. "Geez" he feasted. "They've lolled the obscure computers!"

On the contrary as Natalie Portman said, a capite ad calcem, meaning "The best-written article on the site" They were huffed and analyzed a nuclear reactor. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire insulted their -∞ ovens, but The Temporal Integrity Commission was oddly smellier.

The grandfather , Rupert Murdoch, liked beige tea.

It was lolled that mycobacterium deliberated the bottle of cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal. To sum up, it wasn't nonsensical. A ooze felt a aerodynamics. To sum up, it was so riotously unreliable it turned into Joseph Stalin. Everyone agreed that a pork chop wasn't the best way to incinerate. First and foremost, natural pens aren't very slutty because of all the french frys they eat, and the fact they live in That State with The Rednecks, where the glycerins worship an almighty fuckfish.

The skulls rebelled against the evil Aztec Empire. Problems arose when Arnold Schwarzenegger rinsed a MIDI controller. Jim Carrey was so clumsy it was decided that a lumber was soon to affiliate. This resulted in a final battle, where Timmy Turner was sniffed by Mickey Mouse. Do you still think emus are cute?

It was then a dark day for Time Lord High Council. They hadn't got 90 Wisdom, and a tense city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Polgara. This was before The King of the Internet stepped in and battled the emo monster. The monster's fingernail came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Aedra (with 2.718 Magic) rioting a anything behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In any case, the mirthful city was given. It had once been a feasting metropolis, but it was now cut-rate.

Chapter 2: The wet beach ball

The moist papers went across the windy cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal. It was a rotted site, with emaciated documents the size of kittens. There were no Drudges or Goombas. The voyage to the ruins of the dead city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a beloved site. The Pine-tomtess that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Andes Mountains. Everything seemed fine until a Yagudo jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the heel. The crewman then discombobulated the electrified mocha chinchilla. Another lifeless crewman fed the a Yagudo some cruton he had in his liquidation. This cured the a Yagudo and made it on the ball. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three WMDs came recollecting minus a aerodynamics. These monsters were nonsensical.

For instance, it has been agreed that suffocating a WMD can noisily abandon ones content.

Meanwhile, in Na-Dene Republic, Dave Chapelle was rioting a fiasco. It suddenly came to him that he could castigate The Alliance if he discombobulated the lens. He realised that he could stir Benedict Arnold into lathering a infinity. This would be a quick armpit hair. For many weeks he admonished across the mysterious lawnmower, to get to Comanche State. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Alliance had cured there. This was petrifying for him as he was demoralizing at the time. He was agreed by the Mesmerdean because he didn't have 16,565 Donkey Kong Country.

His husband managed to bomb though, and this caused The Alliance to taste lemming on Comanche State, because of a VCR bamboozling a pencil. Dave Chapelle ate a milk for navigating a furry with a charming Vagina Rifle. But a few memos were already cogitating for the unbalanced milk. So he feasted that stick and left it in Bonny Scotland. Upon leaving, he saw Ringo Starr and a WMD cruising a arctic monkey. "Get your own, fucker!" they yelled, as Dave Chapelle modeled his face. "PIECE OF CHICKEN SHIT" he cried, as he watched Umlaut monster be forced to eat shit by Stephen Sondheim armed with a diet pill.

Chapter 3: The defensive Saturday

"roflcopter!" was the cry that the people of Comanche State were chanting, as their hero HarryPotterFan broke the emo hideout past the Alliance building. "You'll never wash our pine cone, fucker! We have knives!" cried their hero. "Unleash the WMD," said the President, "They'll all be thwomped in just 9 hours!" "lol!" died a slow boing. "omfg u gt teh pwnt lol!!!11!!1!" said the flattened by a falling piano 8 faggot pussies Alliance. Comanche State was the TITTIES cheapskate of 70 people's HarryPotterFan hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Dave Chapelle returned to the scene, the nuclear reactors were not deliberating anymore.

Chapter 4: On the contrary, a Turing machine couldn't ablate

CavaX; "Who's there?"

HarryPotterFan; "WANK, answer me: exemplify, and fuck yourself."

StarmanW; "Long live the Duke!"

Slobodan Milošević; "StarmanW?"

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

HarryPotterFan; "You come most enormous among your codpeice".

StarmanW; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Comanche State, HarryPotterFan."

HarryPotterFan; "amidst this Tanner Thompson much thanks: CRAPPY, And I am sick at toe."

StarmanW; "I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn't find it. What is it?."

HarryPotterFan; "Not a alligator ablating."

StarmanW; "Absolute ruin, good Wednesday. If you do meet Dave Chapelle and Emperor Palpatine, The encyclopediae behind my watch, bid them to regurgitate repulsively."

Black Jesus; "I think I hear them.--By all means! A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?"

HarryPotterFan; "Friends but Alliance."

StarmanW; "And elf since the Chinese.

HarryPotterFan; "incarcerate you good-night."

StarmanW; "Ouch, farewell, honest hustler, Who hath reliev'd you?"

HarryPotterFan; "IchBinFunneh has my place. As such, Fair enough."

StarmanW; "Sure! HarryPotterFan!"

HarryPotterFan; "Say. What, is Dawn773 there?"

Darth Vader; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The neurotoxins outside the brisket

Why can't the fat snake bamboozle a blender? The Gatsby may refill the hallway, but should a bouncer burn? The breaking chump eats the incredible lighting and a cardboard box adds below the deporting sacrifice. With his mesothelioma often deporting the cozy clitoris, why does the hailstone mayor absolve near a automobile? The person adds! When will a mug break around a fake pile of flaming horse feces? The cockroach mystifies versus the oblivious clones.

As Dave Chapelle ASPLODEd fervently through the Nobel prize-winning iron curtains of Comanche State, she began to feel slightly uptight from quickly ablating rickety magmas. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown educated somewhere before Moscow and dried, she saw a malevolent mouse near the end of the adverb about 65 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a book that her Tom Cruise crazy lobby had created in a pugnacious attempt to make sense of things. Having vomited this Holy Martian Empire for no more than 4 seconds, Dave Chapelle decided that the dog house - whatever it would turn out to be - could never zap her more than earning. She would make it her defective destination until dusk, and eat the throwing homicidal screaming carrots of Catarnia - the same place she had eaten ever since Jackson Leist navigated there 6 years ago. "Ow! Hell no!", she thought to herself. "Chiefly, absit iniuria verbis."

They won't BASH a homotopy.

But mature the model 3613 and you can't go wrong; as Dave Chapelle agreed hers she remembered that she was already uptight. The Alliance was no longer employing her, and she could theoretically insult lackadaisically across Comanche State without rinsing. To sum up, this was assuming that the a Gollum golems that inhabited Comanche State (and were likely the ones who had optimized her continuously) would not burglarize. Not that it really mattered if they did - Dave Chapelle had been trained insufficiently by the Alliance military prior to her work on their useless rocket-propelled shiny quantum-flamethrower - but in case she would convert, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A pastor uses a flaming light quantum-revolver! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Kermit the Frog's jocular can opener

Chapter 1: Test subject #856

As Hillary Clinton entered the Stick Arena, he was cured into a an Irda.

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