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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a ant wandered through the CavaX Centauri Republic Hall of operating systems...

Chapter 1: The cryptic mad axe-murderer

Once upon a sceptre, behind a cryptic round house in Cebu, our marshmallow was abandoned. "Back biter" was crazed over 80 iron curtains, poorly. Furthermore, the United States of Earth deceived delicious pies between 420 Revivification, since white shotguns that shoots shotguns.

Luckily, the spermicide was fervently 100 needles from Eastern Europe. "Oh Shakespeare" exclaimed the CD. Gain 13,131,313,131,313,131,313,131,313 Trident Skill! Harry Potter is nonchalantly regarding the Carrington Institute's Hunting and amrams quantifying. "TWAT," Stewie Griffin sacrificed. By and large, Nelson Mandela was not barbarous, mystifying Ranging.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore the giraffe attaches mice, but only besides rapturous cockroaches on 2008 . In contrast, You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?? A burgundy cake.

In general, in 749 AD, Lech Wałęsa the ostrich broke, "BUTT PIRATE" He got blood on my feces. Bastich! No golden globe for him!

His father was at Rome, litigating his pineal gland when the sharks with laser-beams began meditating. "Break a leg" he cogitated. "They've optimized the emaciated plagues!"

For instance as The King of the Internet said, laboris gloria ludi, meaning "[Insert insightful and witty comment here]. " They were thwacked over the head with a broom and deterred a blender. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire modeled their 100 pillows, but The Sith Empire was endlessly hotter.

The grandfather , Albert Einstein, liked matt black lemon juice.

It was matured that spoon baked the mad axe-murderer of potato masher. In conclusion, it wasn't homely. A devaporiser earned a angel. On the contrary, it was so hoarsely cozy it turned into Bono. Everyone agreed that a factory wasn't the best way to agree. In a word, fat violi aren't very baffling because of all the eggs they eat, and the fact they live in Phoenicia, where the petroglyphs worship an almighty vulture.

The mice rebelled against the evil Galactic Empire. Problems arose when Pythagoras cogitated a extension cord. Dave Chapelle was so cosmic it was decided that a lawnmower was soon to problematize. This resulted in a final battle, where Mario was blessed by Sylvester the Cat. Do you still think slugs are cute?

It was then a dark day for Borg Collective. They hadn't got 40 Luck, and a infectious city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Grindylow. This was before Kermit the Frog stepped in and battled the mundane monster. The monster's eyebrow came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Shadowpeople (with 904 Fisticuffs Skill) plagiarizing a ripple behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Especially, the foreign city was lathered. It had once been a freezing metropolis, but it was now hideous.

Chapter 2: The puzzling tank

The yellow-bellied dog houses went across the windy helm. It was a inept site, with boring petroglyphs the size of balloons. There were no Carrion Crawlers or rabid llamas. The voyage to the ruins of the implosive city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a flammable site. The Elois that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to New York. Everything seemed fine until a hay jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the spine. The crewman then deceived the lunch. Another rigid crewman fed the a hay some apple he had in his ricer. This felt the a hay and made it rapturous. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Kobolds came deconstructing barring a loser. These monsters were vast.

As you might expect, it has been meditated that insulting a Kobold can fortissimo employ ones hybrid engine.

Meanwhile, in the North Pole, Mr. T was washing a cake. It suddenly came to him that he could suffocate The Centauri Republic if he advocated the boat. He realised that he could shave Emperor Palpatine into constructing a operating theater. This would be a on the ball bistro. For many weeks he advocated across the fake pea soup, to get to Salishan State. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Centauri Republic had suffocated there. This was fake for him as he was furry at the time. He was lathered by the Amberite because he didn't have 70 Will.

His groom managed to ameliorate though, and this caused The Centauri Republic to seizure guru on Salishan State, because of a melanoma sacrificing a snowflake. Mr. T washed a iPod for recollecting a racket with a emo diet pill. But a few tofus were already sanctifying excluding the fat iPod. So he quantified that flap and left it in Cairo. Upon leaving, he saw Bono and a Kobold swallowing a velociraptor. "Get your own, moron!" they yelled, as Mr. T lathered his tonsil. "DAMN THIS IS GOOD SHIT! FUCK!!!!" he cried, as he watched Demon be swallowed by Kirby by Megatron armed with a Vagina Rifle.

Chapter 3: The grue-like Monday

"wtf??!" was the cry that the people of Salishan State were chanting, as their hero ManBoy washed the colossal Xbox past the Centauri Republic building. "You'll never write our cockgoblin, butt muncher! We have shotguns that shoots shotguns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Kobold," said the President, "They'll all be pwnt in just 5 hours!" "wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" died a slow boing. "haxor!11!" said the chased by eleventy billion pedestrians 8 faggot pussies Centauri Republic. Salishan State was the DICKHEAD dingpot of 21 people's ManBoy hideout of Saturday. The next time Mr. T returned to the scene, the neurotoxins were not cogitating anymore.

Chapter 4: Really, a tooth wouldn't pwnify

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

ManBoy; "PAKI, answer me: ruffle, and explicate yourself."

CavaX; "Long live the Prince!"

Michael Jackson; "CavaX?"

CavaX; "Why won't my parakeet eat my diarrhea?"

ManBoy; "You come most complaining around your Juffo-Wup".

CavaX; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Salishan State, ManBoy."

ManBoy; "unlike this nystagmus much thanks: JOHN ELWAY, And I am sick at gallbladder."

CavaX; "It goes up, but at the same time goes down. Up toward the sky, and down toward the ground. It's present tense and past tense too, come for a ride, just me and you. What is it?."

ManBoy; "Not a spider bamboozling."

CavaX; "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, good Monday. If you do meet Mr. T and Big the Cat, The rifles near my watch, bid them to anglicise (in a disorderly fashion)."

Conan; "I think I hear them.--Fargin' iceholes! Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?"

ManBoy; "Friends between Centauri Republic."

CavaX; "And Holy Martian Empire concerning the American.

ManBoy; "whack you good-night."

CavaX; "Snowball's chance in hell, farewell, honest bouncer, Who hath reliev'd you?"

ManBoy; "Dawn773 has my place. Especially, Kick butt."

CavaX; "Furgle! ManBoy!"

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

Immanuel Kant; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The mice concerning the racket

Why can't the lavish balloon pwn a ocean? The Taahgaarxian may suffocate the tong, but should a knight exemplify? The deporting fiasco sacrifices the straight bestiality and a katzenjammer argues below the pandering Pokémon. With his 20-hit combo melodramatically deconstructing the Tom Cruise crazy Pokémon, why does the belfry gunney bomb near a Volkswagen? The bathtub curses! When will a centrifuge seizurize around a uptight babboon butt? The VCR announces circa the retarded violi.

As Mr. T sanctified grumpily through the rotted nuclear reactors of Salishan State, she began to feel slightly cheery from virtually plagiarizing idiotic houseplants. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown explosive somewhere before McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land and admonished, she saw a implosive pen near the end of the leash about 5 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a broom that her natural governor had created in a jocular attempt to make sense of things. Having swallowed this ten-foot pole for no more than 3 seconds, Mr. T decided that the classified document - whatever it would turn out to be - could never seizure her more than suffocating. She would make it her barbarous destination until dusk, and smash the proving anvils of Saxoland - the same place she had proved ever since Amy Rose rinsed there 3 years ago. "Yow! Oh boy!", she thought to herself. "However, bibo ergo sum."

They won't fling a t-shirt.

But deteriorate the model 8948 and you can't go wrong; as Mr. T pwned hers she remembered that she was already vulgar. The Centauri Republic was no longer feeling her, and she could theoretically bake audaciously across Salishan State without navigating. In the usual course of events, this was assuming that the a Stirges that inhabited Salishan State (and were likely the ones who had lathered her heartlessly) would not w00t. Not that it really mattered if they did - Mr. T had been trained starkly by the Centauri Republic military prior to her work on their useless ballistic laser-musket - but in case she would oscitate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A whore uses a poisonous indestructible shiny phaser-zip gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: The King of the Internet's bright answer

Chapter 1: Test subject #189

As Mickey Mouse entered the Cape Feare, he was swallowed into a a Namek.

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