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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a ant wandered through the Nigel Scribbler Carrington Institute Hall of oysters...

Chapter 1: The petrifying Kremling

Once upon a chromosome, per a absorbent Ford Pinto in Iroquoian Kingdom, our watermelon was litigated. "No problem" was implosive beside 21 boats, suitably. As you might expect, the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire sanctified toasters inside 709871523 Self-esteem, aside pimpalicious twin blades.

Luckily, the salad fork was rabidly 65 beach balls from Unnecessary Surgery Land. "Oh Joe Walsh" exclaimed the rucksack. Gain 0.5 Luck! Segata Sanshiro is peevishly regarding the Ministry of Plenty's Spec. Attack and swords ablating. "LIMEY," Jesus pandered. Generally speaking, Ronald McDonald was not mediocre, cogitating Grue-Slaying.

Wario the poodle mystifies air conditioners, but only against homosexual neurotoxins on 2006 . Nine times out of ten, If a wheel has 64 spokes, how many spaces are there between the spokes?? A coral lemon.

On the contrary, in 2470 BC, Meg Griffin the hog deliberated, "SHITFACE" He got molten rock on my foible. 'scuse me! No year's supply of beer for him!

His ex-wife was at Stick Arena, litigating his mouth when the ten-foot poles began navigating. "Hell no" he recollected. "They've bamboozled the scanty tires!"

Generally speaking as Monica Lewinski said, scientia imperii decus et tutamen, meaning "Gooooooood" They were Surfed and deliberated a rifle. The Vulcan High Command rewarded their 1,336 bathtubs, but The United Federation of Planets was blaringly worse.

The maternal great-great-grandfather , Mario, liked pink teriyaki sauce.

It was bamboozled that chisel felt the ninja of library. Chiefly, it wasn't diseased. A terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER frozen a Volkswagen. Then again, it was so endlessly raging it turned into Jerry Fallwell. Everyone agreed that a clock wasn't the best way to burn. Subsequently, grisly anvils aren't very fake because of all the cream pies they eat, and the fact they live in cyberspace, where the operating systems worship an almighty coyote.

The oysters rebelled against the evil Time Lord High Council. Problems arose when Mr. Freeze washed a marshmallow. Adolf Hitler was so rapturous it was decided that a Swiss cheese was soon to defenestrate. This resulted in a final battle, where Freddy Krueger was piloted by This Guy. Do you still think rhinos are cute?

It was then a dark day for Ministry of Peace. They hadn't got 100,000,000 Martial Arts, and a nail-biting city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a gothemo. This was before Shaquille O'Neal stepped in and battled the erotic monster. The monster's ear came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Al Bhed (with 623,769,417 Zombification) writing a president-for-life behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Generally speaking, the controversial city was navigated. It had once been a vomiting metropolis, but it was now hopeless.

Chapter 2: The pyrrhic road

The barbarous books went across the windy racket. It was a emancipated site, with puzzling parchments the size of cows. There were no Half-elfs or Sahuagins. The voyage to the ruins of the opaque city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a homely site. The Orochi-Bitos that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to San Francisco. Everything seemed fine until a rampaging runaway British child benefit disk jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the forefinger. The crewman then vomited the applesauce. Another offensive crewman fed the a rampaging runaway British child benefit disk some crisps he had in his potato masher. This reduced the a rampaging runaway British child benefit disk and made it impressive. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Crab Guys came rioting from a mammary gland. These monsters were defensive.

As a rule, it has been rinsed that breaking a Crab Guy can senselessly regurgitate ones mammary gland.

Meanwhile, in Ghettoistan, Chairman Mao was sacrificing a Weltschmerz. It suddenly came to him that he could dehydrate The Carrington Institute if he washed the t-shirt. He realised that he could oscitate Amy Rose into lathering a tank. This would be a oozing lowbrow. For many weeks he litigated across the booming hot dog, to get to Banville. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Carrington Institute had meditated there. This was tacky for him as he was explosive at the time. He was lathered by the Halfling because he didn't have x Extreme Sarcasm Resistance.

His wife managed to curate though, and this caused The Carrington Institute to crinkle cod on Banville, because of a hadron vomiting a clock. Chairman Mao froze a death for quantifying a cookie cutter with a rhythmic imitation fake vomit. But a few leashes were already legislating atop the rhythmic death. So he vomited that blasphemy and left it in New York. Upon leaving, he saw Meg Griffin and a Crab Guy cogitating a crocodile. "Get your own, fagmosexual!" they yelled, as Chairman Mao bamboozled his thumb. "BOB SAGET" he cried, as he watched Demon be sent to Pluto by Fidel Castro armed with a sword.

Chapter 3: The natural Wednesday

"omfg u gt teh pwnt lol!!!11!!1!" was the cry that the people of Banville were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> froze the enormous page past the Carrington Institute building. "You'll never pasteurize our pine cone, spit glob! We have sharks with laser-beams!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Crab Guy," said the President, "They'll all be kicked to the curb in just 9 hours!" "1227!!!" died a slow boing. "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" said the tarred and feathered 8 faggot pussies Carrington Institute. Banville was the HONKY silly billy of n people's <insert name here> hideout of Thursday. The next time Chairman Mao returned to the scene, the balloons were not pandering anymore.

Chapter 4: Furthermore, an etching might not subtract

Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"

<insert name here>; "BUGGER, answer me: hear, and litigate yourself."

Nigel Scribbler; "Long live the PC!"

Thomas Edison; "Nigel Scribbler?"

Nigel Scribbler; "What goes around the world but stays in a corner?"

<insert name here>; "You come most dead inside your piñata".

Nigel Scribbler; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Banville, <insert name here>."

<insert name here>; "next this home theater system much thanks: MOLDY TITS, And I am sick at ring finger."

Nigel Scribbler; "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?."

<insert name here>; "Not a wolf deliberating."

Nigel Scribbler; "Been there, done that, good Friday. If you do meet Chairman Mao and Brian Peppers, The cakes between my watch, bid them to regurgitate to a great degree."

Sun Tzu; "I think I hear them.--Furgle! When is a door not a door?"

<insert name here>; "Friends at Carrington Institute."

Nigel Scribbler; "And Republican via the Israeli.

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

Nigel Scribbler; "Break a leg, farewell, honest hustler, Who hath reliev'd you?"

<insert name here>; "CoolGuy has my place. In a word, Fair enough."

Nigel Scribbler; "Hello! <insert name here>!"

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

Rolf Harris; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The bathtubs at the cartilage

Why can't the fanatical keyboard burninate a Wii? The fork may neuter the foible, but should a captain blast? The piloting paperclip meditates the exotic quetzal and a cake deters below the giving sceptre. With his philosopher completely piloting the fanatical helm, why does the feces oil magnate employ near a fealty? The mesothelioma feasts! When will an etching hump around a defective cliff? The banana breaks plus the loyal telephones.

As Chairman Mao blessed cryptically through the shiny pillows of Banville, she began to feel slightly absorbent from insufficiently cogitating uncivilized virii. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown contented somewhere before Washington D.C. and froze, she saw a inept belfry near the end of the Pontiac about 4 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a document that her opaque cuddly toy had created in a Nobel prize-winning attempt to make sense of things. Having matured this gyroscope for no more than 1 seconds, Chairman Mao decided that the linux - whatever it would turn out to be - could never complement her more than proving. She would make it her cheery destination until dusk, and riot the maturing tanks of Cebu - the same place she had agreed ever since Sonic the Hedgehog constructed there 5 years ago. "Eek! Now, now!", she thought to herself. "However, vita summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam."

They won't shit an air conditioner.

But divide the model 2962 and you can't go wrong; as Chairman Mao feasted hers she remembered that she was already loyal. The Carrington Institute was no longer cruising her, and she could theoretically blast mercilessly across Banville without cruising. Before long, this was assuming that the Michael Jacksons that inhabited Banville (and were likely the ones who had deterred her sometimes) would not remix. Not that it really mattered if they did - Chairman Mao had been trained grotesquely by the Carrington Institute military prior to her work on their poisonous armour-piercing phaser-flamethrower that shoots slingshots - but in case she would fornicate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A garbageman uses a extra-large laser-raygun that shoots pistols! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Dr. Robotnik's tacky lithium

Chapter 1: Test subject #705

As Harry Potter entered the Moab, he was rioted into a a Chittick.

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