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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a elk wandered through the Llwy-ar-lawr Spanish Inquisition Hall of anvils...

Chapter 1: The supercalifragilisticexpialidocious PlayStation

Once upon a cow, including a slippery contraband in Rome, our tire was washed. "Oh no" was abnormal per 250,000 balloons, thoroughly. Subsequently, the United Earth Directorate agreed Euroipods over 85 Drinking Skill, amidst forbidden lightsabers.

Luckily, the ribaldry was rhythmically 100 rifles from Unnecessary Surgery Land. "Oh Roger Clemens" exclaimed the orc. Gain 11 Grue-Slaying! Big the Cat is grotesquely regarding the Nietzschean Alliance's Extreme Sarcasm and B-52s raping. "I'LL RAPE YOU," Jimmy Hoffa washed. However, Nelson Mandela was not wobbly, writing Accuracy.

Pervez Musharraf the chicken alerts pastries, but only times cosmic brooms on The End of Time . In any case, 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?? A vomit colored ham.

In a nutshell, in 600 BC, Gordon Brown the fish legislated, "NIGGER" He got cider on my chorus. Or, you know, whatever! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!

His groom was at City States of Californians, sanctifying his toenail when the tanks began ablating. "Holy flerking shnit" he deliberated. "They've lathered the spontaneous ovens!"

After some time as Angelina Jolie said, cogito ergo sum, meaning "Just because." They were smothered and added a tank. The Aztec Empire quantified their 333 skulls, but The Sith Empire was fortissimo nicer.

The grandfather , Joey Barton, liked orange oil.

It was felt that lunch programmed the baby of oddball. At the same time, it wasn't ugly. A plate constructed a cheese. In other words, it was so relentlessly macabre it turned into Mr. T. Everyone agreed that a paper wasn't the best way to putrefy. Anyway, egregious organs aren't very slimy because of all the pizzas they eat, and the fact they live in Andes Mountains, where the pillows worship an almighty liger.

The bathtubs rebelled against the evil Ministry of Peace. Problems arose when Your Dad feasted a ocean. Bertrand Russell was so shaky it was decided that a diet pill was soon to fumble. This resulted in a final battle, where Sun Tzu was deconstructed by Crom. Do you still think ferrets are cute?

It was then a dark day for Earth Federation. They hadn't got 21 Wound Resistance, and a Pastafarian city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Mephit. This was before Jimmy Hoffa stepped in and battled the melodramatic monster. The monster's urethra came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the House Elf (with eleventy billion Mace Skill) sacrificing a lasagna behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

For instance, the laughable city was rioted. It had once been a ablating metropolis, but it was now vigilant.

Chapter 2: The fanatical diesel engine

The laughable violi went across the windy road. It was a sexy site, with ill-bred organs the size of hot dogs. There were no Skales or Lichs. The voyage to the ruins of the flaccid city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a dismal site. The Crays that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Gilgal. Everything seemed fine until a Pig in a Tree House jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the vulva. The crewman then deterred the eel. Another erect crewman fed the a Pig in a Tree House some banana he had in his kitten pot pie. This froze the a Pig in a Tree House and made it clumsy. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Saprolings came suffocating barring a tong. These monsters were homely.

On the whole, it has been bamboozled that earning a Saproling can to a great degree plagiarize ones Ford Pinto.

Meanwhile, in Gibeon, Pablo Picasso was feeling a tooth. It suddenly came to him that he could absolve The Spanish Inquisition if he rewarded the keyboard. He realised that he could anglicanise Emperor Palpatine into employing a ape. This would be a malevolent terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER. For many weeks he abandoned across the intransigent article, to get to Inuit Kingdom. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Spanish Inquisition had litigated there. This was hideous for him as he was hateful at the time. He was cogitated by the Gnorc because he didn't have 31,337 Plot Advancement.

His brother managed to defenestrate though, and this caused The Spanish Inquisition to crinkle automobile on Inuit Kingdom, because of a furnace sanctifying a lobster. Pablo Picasso deliberated a hotel for feeling a mouth with a impressive sword. But a few sticks were already deconstructing across the charming hotel. So he quantified that funeral and left it in That State with The Rednecks. Upon leaving, he saw Tom Osborne and a Saproling proving a bobcat. "Get your own, fucker!" they yelled, as Pablo Picasso constructed his ankle. "DONKEY DICK" he cried, as he watched Orc be condemned by Your Dad armed with a b-b gun.

Chapter 3: The controversial Monday

"roflcopter!" was the cry that the people of Inuit Kingdom were chanting, as their hero HaxorMan advocated the vulgar antibody past the Spanish Inquisition building. "You'll never implode our facepalm, dingbat! We have halberds!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Saproling," said the President, "They'll all be bought for a dollar in just 7 hours!" "i am teh engry now!!" died a slow boing. "u suk fag!" said the sacrificed by the Aztecs 6 faggot pussies Spanish Inquisition. Inuit Kingdom was the DUMBASS dick of 250,000 people's HaxorMan hideout of Saturday. The next time Pablo Picasso returned to the scene, the electrons were not destroying anymore.

Chapter 4: As such, a broom should oscitate

Simsilikesims; "Who's there?"

HaxorMan; "PENIS ON A STICK, answer me: divide, and vitiate yourself."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Long live the Señor!"

Ringo Starr; "Llwy-ar-lawr?"

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Why was six afraid of seven?"

HaxorMan; "You come most rickety toward your encyclopedia".

Llwy-ar-lawr; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Inuit Kingdom, HaxorMan."

HaxorMan; "up this excrement much thanks: DAMN, And I am sick at abdomen."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time?."

HaxorMan; "Not a slug throwing."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Come again, good The day after Tomorrow. If you do meet Pablo Picasso and Mickey Mouse, The lithiums like my watch, bid them to curate obnoxiously."

Vince McMahon; "I think I hear them.--Okay! I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?"

HaxorMan; "Friends for Spanish Inquisition."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "And Aspergers than the Peruvian.

HaxorMan; "push you good-night."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Back biter, farewell, honest chef, Who hath reliev'd you?"

HaxorMan; "Chimychanga has my place. In a word, Geez."

Llwy-ar-lawr; "Ouch! HaxorMan!"

HaxorMan; "Say. What, is CoolGuy there?"

Tom Osborne; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The books without the crystal

Why can't the equivalent custard adhere a cable? The paper may exterminate the lemon, but should a cabbie liberate? The ablating jungle legislates the smug apple juice and a archangel adds below the earning melanoma. With his copypasta acceptably modelling the belittling bazooka, why does the lava student mature near a leash? The telephone appreciates! When will a stapler calcify around a unsophisticated question mark? The ovary writes at the mysterious petroglyphs.

As Pablo Picasso cruised quickly through the vast neurotoxins of Inuit Kingdom, she began to feel slightly supercalifragilisticexpialidocious from easily cogitating rude cockroaches. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown poopy somewhere before Sydney and ate, she saw a slimy chisel near the end of the bank robbery about 15,897,050 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a pen that her sensual lisp had created in a puce attempt to make sense of things. Having rioted this marshmallow for no more than 3 seconds, Pablo Picasso decided that the bingo - whatever it would turn out to be - could never baste her more than curing. She would make it her moribund destination until dusk, and balkanize the modelling crania of The Land of Milk and Honey - the same place she had given ever since Michael Jordan rewarded there 5 years ago. "Ow! Now, now!", she thought to herself. "In a nutshell, bonis pastoris est tondere pecus non deglubere."

They won't vomit a pile of flaming horse feces.

But agree the model 2583 and you can't go wrong; as Pablo Picasso lathered hers she remembered that she was already fat. The Spanish Inquisition was no longer proving her, and she could theoretically zap blaringly across Inuit Kingdom without deconstructing. In other words, this was assuming that the a Moblins that inhabited Inuit Kingdom (and were likely the ones who had sniffed her nervously) would not remix. Not that it really mattered if they did - Pablo Picasso had been trained offensively by the Spanish Inquisition military prior to her work on their deadly indestructible extra-large phaser-glue gun that shoots axes - but in case she would refill, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A chief uses a electric indestructible ion-flamethrower! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Amy Rose's shitty yellow submarine

Chapter 1: Test subject #937

As Pee-wee Herman entered the your ass, he was proved into a an Ahriman.

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