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The Auto-Novel[edit]
Prologue[edit]
Before this was written, a fish wandered through the Romartus United States of Mexico Hall of violi...
Chapter 1: The intransigent Oldsmobile[edit]
Once upon a terrorist, inside a enormous l33t h4x0r in Sweet Home Alabama, our mountain was earned. "Whoopee" was fanatical into 250,000 homologies, crazily. Likewise, the Ministry of Peace froze nunchucks following 360 Accuracy, upon grisly twin blades.
Luckily, the queen was explosively 30 encyclopediae from Catarnia. "Oh Clara Bow" exclaimed the raccoon. Gain 15 Charisma! Matt Groening is compulsively regarding the United Citizen Federation's Fletching and high-powered laser rifles meditating. "TOWELHEAD," Stephen Colbert lathered. In a few words, Queen Elizabeth II was not alarming, curing Jump Height.
Nelson Mandela the elk curses toasters, but only aboard senseless cobs on 1824 . As often as not, You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?? A orange taco.
In contrast, in 1528 BC, Waluigi the wildebeast crystallized, "MOTHERFUCKER" He got phlegm on my 20-hit combo. Melon farmer! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!
His brother was at Yoshi's Island, writing his DNA when the shotguns that shoots shotguns began mystifying. "Bam" he meditated. "They've vomited the luminous gas tanks!"
In the usual course of events as George Washington said, verba volant, scripta manent, meaning "It made me giggle" They were VFD'd and deceived a lubricant. The Tok'ra High Council reduced their -1 sticks, but The Time Lord High Council was rudely dirtier.
The son , Sylvester the Cat, liked brown lemonade.
It was agreed that riffraff lathered the iPod of discussion. In a nutshell, it wasn't tense. A shank deterred a chromosome. At the end of the day, it was so (in a disorderly fashion) incompetent it turned into Crom. Everyone agreed that a bishop wasn't the best way to loll. After some time, defensive skulls aren't very emancipated because of all the cream pies they eat, and the fact they live in Chicxulub, where the fish worship an almighty oryx.
The telephones rebelled against the evil Coffee Republic. Problems arose when Pervez Musharraf lolled a mop. Osama bin Laden was so Nobel prize-winning it was decided that a button was soon to rape. This resulted in a final battle, where Elvis Presley was meditated by Michael Moore. Do you still think sharks are cute?
It was then a dark day for Obsidian Order. They hadn't got 66 Video Game Addiction, and a unrefined city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Unthlathu. This was before Immanuel Kant stepped in and battled the demoralizing monster. The monster's Achilles' tendon came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Gnome (with 11 Wisdom) rioting a queer behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Then again, the revolting city was lolled. It had once been a rinsing metropolis, but it was now fake.
Chapter 2: The boring lipmusic[edit]
The megalomaniacal tubes went across the windy custard. It was a defensive site, with ill-bred politicians the size of rakes. There were no Wemics or Hotchis. The voyage to the ruins of the vulgar city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a moribund site. The pipers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to IRC. Everything seemed fine until a Mephit jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the gluteus maximus. The crewman then cured the chiffon. Another well-to-do crewman fed the a Mephit some mango he had in his rollerblade. This insulted the a Mephit and made it sexy. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Warhammer players came curing beneath a steak knife. These monsters were mysterious.
By and large, it has been insulted that writing a Warhammer player can impolitely steal ones deviant.
Meanwhile, in Argentina, Pythagoras was rioting a neverland. It suddenly came to him that he could admonish The United States of Mexico if he recollected the treehouse. He realised that he could speak Oprah Winfrey into writing a newspaper. This would be a zany ovary. For many weeks he programmed across the mirthful ad, to get to Basingrad. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United States of Mexico had blessed there. This was folksy for him as he was cut-rate at the time. He was suffocated by the Grindylow because he didn't have 35 Fishing.
His daughter managed to reward though, and this caused The United States of Mexico to explicate copypasta on Basingrad, because of a gyroscope giving a Zork. Pythagoras feasted a lipmusic for freezing a diesel engine with a white amram. But a few jellybeans were already suffocating after the erotic lipmusic. So he pandered that whereabouts and left it in That State with The Rednecks. Upon leaving, he saw Lord Voldemort and a Warhammer player raping a ear mite. "Get your own, pervert!" they yelled, as Pythagoras expelled his appendix. "HADJI" he cried, as he watched Dragon be scammed by Tom Osborne armed with a Ultra Hammer.
Chapter 3: The equivalent Thursday[edit]
"1447 skillz! yeah!!" was the cry that the people of Basingrad were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy ate the ineffective potato masher past the United States of Mexico building. "You'll never hack our answer, ass! We have tanks!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Warhammer player," said the President, "They'll all be dropped down an empty elevator shaft in just 3 hours!" "OMGSTFUROFL!111!!" died a slow boing. "j00 got p4wn'd!" said the curbstomped 4 faggot pussies United States of Mexico. Basingrad was the FUCKSTAIN dingbat fucker of 10,000,000 people's CoolGuy hideout of Thursday. The next time Pythagoras returned to the scene, the homologies were not constructing anymore.
Chapter 4: In conclusion, a skull shall pass[edit]
StarmanW; "Who's there?"
CoolGuy; "PORCH MONKEY, answer me: exterminate, and jump yourself."
Romartus; "Long live the Count!"
Romartus; "Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"
CoolGuy; "You come most defenestratable round your cinderblock".
Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Basingrad, CoolGuy."
CoolGuy; "under this philanthropist much thanks: GOD BLESS AMERICA, And I am sick at abdomen."
Romartus; "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?."
CoolGuy; "Not a lynx suffocating."
Romartus; "Bejesus, good Wednesday. If you do meet Pythagoras and Optimus Prime, The beach balls save my watch, bid them to bomb grotesquely."
Amy Rose; "I think I hear them.--Rats! A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?"
CoolGuy; "Friends like United States of Mexico."
Romartus; "And quickloader into the Viking.
CoolGuy; "fuck you good-night."
Romartus; "Oh, farewell, honest mayor, Who hath reliev'd you?"
CoolGuy; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. Especially, It's no trouble."
Romartus;
"When Hell freezes over! CoolGuy!"
CoolGuy; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"
Donald Duck; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The nunchucks plus the furry[edit]
Why can't the cosmic bass guitar ruminate a zoot suit? The baseball bat may add the Democrat, but should a sargent implode? The meditating monster vomits the rotted PlayStation and a gymnasium pwns below the sacrificing DJ. With his pile of flaming horse feces exuberantly deconstructing the zany angel, why does the polyethylene knight hack, slash, & burn near a factoid? The vector field sniffs! When will a document agree around a exotic REM? The pen foams until the incredible hot dogs.
As Pythagoras advocated rhythmically through the sinister politicians of Basingrad, she began to feel slightly tense from insufficiently navigating oozing diet pills. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown sumptuous somewhere before The City of Blinding Lights and rinsed, she saw a vulgar piñata near the end of the death about 505,432 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a book that her snug space had created in a yellow attempt to make sense of things. Having matured this steak dinner for no more than 3 seconds, Pythagoras decided that the brand - whatever it would turn out to be - could never meditate her more than quantifying. She would make it her contrived destination until dusk, and advocate the modelling clones of Baghdad - the same place she had rioted ever since Nancy Pelosi crystallized there 1 years ago. "Blam! Presto!", she thought to herself. "As often as not, ars est celare artem."
They won't erect a home theater system.
But bomb the model 1912 and you can't go wrong; as Pythagoras legislated hers she remembered that she was already doubtful. The United States of Mexico was no longer employing her, and she could theoretically riot (in a good way) across Basingrad without optimizing. In most cases, this was assuming that the a Genasis that inhabited Basingrad (and were likely the ones who had cogitated her explosively) would not graphitize. Not that it really mattered if they did - Pythagoras had been trained (in a good way) by the United States of Mexico military prior to her work on their useless rocket-propelled phaser-raygun - but in case she would deliberate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.
Next...[edit]
A waitress uses a deadly radioactive pirate-blaster that shoots orcs! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.
The Auto-Novel 2: Michael Jordan's wet person[edit]
Chapter 1: Test subject #509[edit]
As Michael Moore entered the Somewhere, he was legislated into a a Drider.
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