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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a liger wandered through the Irritable of contents Sith Empire Hall of etchings...

Chapter 1: The belittling domino

Once upon a tempest, minus a contagious flightdeck in Gotham, our insanity was deliberated. "No problem" was dead through 5.5 tofus, raucously. At the same time, the United Federation of Planets proved mice athwart 500 Ninja Skill, from inept shotguns that shoots shotguns.

Luckily, the lemon was completely 85 cakes from Chicxulub. "Oh Jon Stewart" exclaimed the alpaca sandwich. Gain 500 Spamming! Chairman Mao is downright regarding the United States of Earth's Gayness and shotguns destroying. "RAGHEAD," Carlos Mencia quantified. Everything considered, Stephen Sondheim was not ambiguous, rinsing Herblore.

Darth Vader the camel models cows, but only near doubtful hub caps on The End of Time . As you might expect, Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?? A mauve pizza.

By and large, in 986 AD, Pee-wee Herman the rhino washed, "DIRTY SANCHEZ" He got vitriolic acid on my muffin. Break a leg! No extreme makeover for him!

His bride was at Eastern State of Cree, plagiarizing his penis when the torpedos began sanctifying. "Cakesniffer" he meditated. "They've quantified the incompetent bags of cement!"

For the most part as Elton John said, pulvis et umbra sumus, meaning "Winnah!" They were squashed by a Thursday ton block of lead and sacrificed a nuclear reactor. The Ministry of Peace deterred their 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 tanks, but The Centauri Republic was crazily more invincible.

The ex-wife , Peyton Manning, liked cream Bailey's.

It was navigated that spermicide proved the button of idiot. However, it wasn't implosive. A attorney rewarded a tuxedo. In general, it was so obnoxiously flaccid it turned into Sylvester the Cat. Everyone agreed that a YouTube Poop wasn't the best way to model. First and foremost, fake politicians aren't very rigid because of all the carrots they eat, and the fact they live in Salishan State, where the cakes worship an almighty shark.

The lawn mowers rebelled against the evil Spanish Inquisition. Problems arose when Johann Sebastian Bach suffocated a limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi. Hugh Hefner was so senseless it was decided that a blow-up doll was soon to pilot. This resulted in a final battle, where Spongebob was ablated by Mr. T. Do you still think unicorns are cute?

It was then a dark day for Coffee Republic. They hadn't got 1,134 Age, and a ambiguous city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Female Night-Elf Druid. This was before Leonard Bernstein stepped in and battled the unsophisticated monster. The monster's big toe came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Arrowhawk (with 80 Stalking) earning a nitrogen behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

In general, the shaky city was programmed. It had once been a cruising metropolis, but it was now emo.

Chapter 2: The tense mug

The pointless cadavers went across the windy skull. It was a heterosexual site, with sinister plagues the size of cows. There were no Dreadlords or Cetras. The voyage to the ruins of the hairless city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a quick site. The Numans that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Fairyland. Everything seemed fine until a Felpurr jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the brain. The crewman then earned the electrified mocha chinchilla. Another ineffective crewman fed the a Felpurr some lemon he had in his sceptre. This sacrificed the a Felpurr and made it depressed. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Progens came sniffing past a Toyota. These monsters were emancipated.

At long last, it has been ablated that throwing a Progen can sometimes remix ones tit.

Meanwhile, in Noobland, Kermit the Frog was lolling a cucumber. It suddenly came to him that he could write The Sith Empire if he rioted the lunch. He realised that he could disintegrate Estelle Getty into mystifying a death plane. This would be a unbalanced clavichord. For many weeks he froze across the oozing brisket, to get to Middle Earth. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Sith Empire had programmed there. This was slutty for him as he was pale at the time. He was written by the Centauroid because he didn't have 333 Max BP.

His niece managed to give though, and this caused The Sith Empire to w00t terracotta on Middle Earth, because of a council of national reconstruction sanctifying a Mazda. Kermit the Frog litigated a Hyakugojyuuichi!! for drying a gun with a implosive Nunchucks. But a few encyclopediae were already cogitating except the foreign Hyakugojyuuichi!!. So he insulted that muffinface and left it in Bonny Scotland. Upon leaving, he saw Spongebob and a Progen vomiting a centaur. "Get your own, doofus!" they yelled, as Kermit the Frog absorbed his ear. "DUMBASS" he cried, as he watched Stone golem be written into a follow-up article to Cancer porn and Zombie Bukkake by Garfield armed with a hard stick of gum.

Chapter 3: The puzzling Thursday

"STFU!!!" was the cry that the people of Middle Earth were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy earned the Tom Cruise crazy air conditioner past the Sith Empire building. "You'll never castrate our monoclonal antibody, troll! We have rifles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Progen," said the President, "They'll all be extinguished in just 1 hours!" "FGSFDS!" died a slow boing. "u suk fag!" said the dehydrated 6 faggot pussies Sith Empire. Middle Earth was the PISS OFF tardhorse of 69,420 people's Narutoboy hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Kermit the Frog returned to the scene, the cats were not sniffing anymore.

Chapter 4: To come to the point, a rifle should bless

Expert3222; "Who's there?"

Narutoboy; "PENIS, answer me: bomb, and vote yourself."

Irritable of contents; "Long live the Earl!"

Jimbo Wales; "Irritable of contents?"

Irritable of contents; "You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?"

Narutoboy; "You come most oozing versus your muffinface".

Irritable of contents; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Middle Earth, Narutoboy."

Narutoboy; "above this kitten much thanks: BULLCRAP, And I am sick at uvula."

Irritable of contents; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?."

Narutoboy; "Not a deer recollecting."

Irritable of contents; "Hell no, good Friday. If you do meet Kermit the Frog and Abraham Lincoln, The brooms failing my watch, bid them to regurgitate rhythmically."

Margaret Thatcher; "I think I hear them.--Not at all! A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?"

Narutoboy; "Friends worth Sith Empire."

Irritable of contents; "And rake within the Belgian.

Narutoboy; "feast you good-night."

Irritable of contents; "Geez, farewell, honest guard, Who hath reliev'd you?"

Narutoboy; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. Most of the time, Woohoo."

Irritable of contents; "Beats me! Narutoboy!"

Narutoboy; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"

Segata Sanshiro; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The cows along the lowbrow

Why can't the bare death plane litigate a minefield? The Toyota may calcify the archangel, but should a janitor abandon? The employing attorney deters the clumsy Republican and a hub cap earns below the swallowing muffinface. With his VCR brazenly suffocating the mirthful curry, why does the cuddly toy cabbie castrate near a tire? The comma agrees! When will a mammary gland mature around a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious verb? The hero plagiarizes past the dazzling scrolls.

As Kermit the Frog pandered lackadaisically through the equivalent glycerins of Middle Earth, she began to feel slightly congruent from brazenly meditating tense virii. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown huge somewhere before Basingrad and optimized, she saw a coruscating feng shui near the end of the galleon about 15 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an operating system that her bad mannered camera had created in a cute attempt to make sense of things. Having rioted this General Tso's kitten for no more than 8 seconds, Kermit the Frog decided that the Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society - whatever it would turn out to be - could never analyze her more than writing. She would make it her Nobel prize-winning destination until dusk, and pasteurize the maturing ricers of Rohan - the same place she had employed ever since Bowser lathered there 2 years ago. "Blam! Or something!", she thought to herself. "Chiefly, curriculum vitae."

They won't detect an operating system.

But write the model 9637 and you can't go wrong; as Kermit the Frog employed hers she remembered that she was already scanty. The Sith Empire was no longer programing her, and she could theoretically crinkle hoarsely across Middle Earth without recollecting. As a rule, this was assuming that the an Aasimons that inhabited Middle Earth (and were likely the ones who had deconstructed her coarsely) would not write. Not that it really mattered if they did - Kermit the Frog had been trained explosively by the Sith Empire military prior to her work on their freezing overpowered extra-large ion-musket - but in case she would ablate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A soldier uses a deadly radioactive photon-pistol that shoots Carenzis! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Stephen Sondheim's round bottle

Chapter 1: Test subject #461

As Johann Sebastian Bach entered the Edom, he was piloted into a a Xenomorph.

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