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The Auto-Novel[edit]

Prologue[edit]

Before this was written, a oryx wandered through the Romartus Asgard High Council Hall of pens...

Chapter 1: The intransigent homology[edit]

Once upon a flan, with a joyful cod in Ilocos, our nexus was baked. "Yes indeed" was colossal following 4 lubricants, continuously. In the usual course of events, the Ministry of Plenty swallowed operating systems like 0.5 Hadoken Resistance, astride defenestratable towells.

Luckily, the vomit was clearly 777 operating systems from New Delhi. "Oh Randy Savage" exclaimed the fib. Gain 95 Force! Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is exuberantly regarding the Polish Inquisition's Stalking and torpedos deliberating. "PRICK," Bowser legislated. To sum up, Harry Potter was not supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, throwing Moxie.

Simon Cowell the one of You have two cows plagiarizes rifles, but only against dark nunchucks on 1337 . Before long, When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?? A cyan pizza.

In conclusion, in 2217 AD, Khan Noonien Singh the armadillo pandered, "TIT DIRT" He got saliva on my Kodak. Woe is me! No silver star for him!

His paternal great-great-grandmother was at Middle Earth, quantifying his thyroid when the trebuchets began throwing. "It's no trouble" he modeled. "They've insulted the rotted violoncelli!"

Most of the time as Bill Gates said, dum vita est, spes est, meaning "Funneh" They were touched by Michael Jackson and beheaded a tire. The Ministry of Plenty blessed their 80 bathtubs, but The Temporal Integrity Commission was insufficiently lower.

The son , Bill Bennett, liked puce beer.

It was constructed that barn cogitated the garbage bin of vortex. In a nutshell, it wasn't equivalent. A businessman bamboozled a nob. First and foremost, it was so clearly forbidden it turned into Freddy Krueger. Everyone agreed that a noseblower wasn't the best way to eat. On the whole, ugly hotels aren't very exotic because of all the apples they eat, and the fact they live in Leifian State of Vinland, where the igneous protrusions worship an almighty wolf.

The ovens rebelled against the evil Tok'ra High Council. Problems arose when Mao Zedong written a peat moss. Wario was so senseless it was decided that a engraving was soon to freeze. This resulted in a final battle, where Michael Moore was sacrificed by Vince McMahon. Do you still think ravens are cute?

It was then a dark day for United Citizen Federation. They hadn't got -∞ Mysticality, and a tense city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Duffelpud. This was before Oprah Winfrey stepped in and battled the yellow-bellied monster. The monster's anus came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the ferocious Infinite Loop monster (with 998,001 Eating ability) bamboozling a cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Furthermore, the melodramatic city was sanctified. It had once been a feasting metropolis, but it was now forbidden.

Chapter 2: The flaccid cauldron[edit]

The shaky DNA sequences went across the windy steak knife. It was a bare site, with common mammary glands the size of jellybeans. There were no anti-escape orbs or Yojass. The voyage to the ruins of the depressed city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a remarkable site. The Izingogos that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Gibeah. Everything seemed fine until a killer pudding jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the stomach. The crewman then accentuated the teabag. Another no-frills crewman fed the a killer pudding some lasagna he had in his steak dinner. This pwned the a killer pudding and made it senseless. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Fell beasts came mystifying on a plate. These monsters were dazzling.

Then again, it has been cogitated that cogitating a Fell beast can not very cuddle ones foible.

Meanwhile, in Jerusalem, Alexander the Great was sacrificing a tyrant. It suddenly came to him that he could mystify The Asgard High Council if he baked the hitman. He realised that he could oscillate Freddy Krueger into rioting a salad fork. This would be a uptight dollhouse. For many weeks he rioted across the eerie flatulence, to get to The Milky Way. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Asgard High Council had broken there. This was unsophisticated for him as he was cozy at the time. He was litigated by the Purple-worm because he didn't have 1,234,567,890 Dorkiness.

His grandmother managed to rinse though, and this caused The Asgard High Council to whack road on The Milky Way, because of a boardwalk feasting a stick. Alexander the Great admonished a kitten for proving a lentil soup with a complaining Nunchucks. But a few balloons were already drying over the folksy kitten. So he owned that jeans and left it in Venus. Upon leaving, he saw Joey Barton and a Fell beast sacrificing a ocelot. "Get your own, prick!" they yelled, as Alexander the Great analyzed his neckbeard. "SHITLICKING MONKEY SCROTUM" he cried, as he watched Zombie be planarly isolated by Ronald McDonald armed with a jellybean.

Chapter 3: The congruent Tuesday[edit]

"1447!!!" was the cry that the people of The Milky Way were chanting, as their hero GenericNoob legislated the fervent homology past the Asgard High Council building. "You'll never sacrifice our couch potato, ass sucker! We have sceptres!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Fell beast," said the President, "They'll all be drawn and quartered in just 8 hours!" "i pwnd u lawl!" died a slow boing. "Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" said the death trapped by JigSaw 5 faggot pussies Asgard High Council. The Milky Way was the FROG'S FAT ASS tardhorse of 100,000 people's GenericNoob hideout of Friday. The next time Alexander the Great returned to the scene, the fissile uranium samples were not breaking anymore.

Chapter 4: On the whole, a tube wouldn't sanctify[edit]

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

GenericNoob; "COCK, answer me: receive, and edify yourself."

Romartus; "Long live the PC!"

Pee-wee Herman; "Romartus?"

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

GenericNoob; "You come most sumptuous below your tomato".

Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Milky Way, GenericNoob."

GenericNoob; "including this codswallop much thanks: ASS, And I am sick at liver."

Romartus; "Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?."

GenericNoob; "Not a rabbit agreeing."

Romartus; "Wow, good Wednesday. If you do meet Alexander the Great and Macbeth, The hub caps toward my watch, bid them to bless frantically."

Benedict Arnold; "I think I hear them.--Geez! A man takes a barrel that weighs 20 pounds, and then puts something in it. It now weighs less than 20 pounds. What did he put in the barrel?"

GenericNoob; "Friends behind Asgard High Council."

Romartus; "And Green Lantern ring outside the Egyptian.

GenericNoob; "agree you good-night."

Romartus; "You're welcome, farewell, honest cardinal, Who hath reliev'd you?"

GenericNoob; "AngelFairyDust has my place. Anyway, Have it your way."


Romartus; "Put a sock in it! GenericNoob!"

GenericNoob; "Say. What, is Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz there?"

Margaret Thatcher; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The toasters within the engraving[edit]

Why can't the pale possibility bless a Furby? The book may glug the classified document, but should a janitor exorcise? The legislating can opener eats the loyal shark and a funeral sacrifices below the lathering pen. With his skull rudely deliberating the fervent handstand, why does the nexus waiter edify near a Audi? The apple insults! When will a cob stink around a rhythmic nexus? The horse annoys to the gay fish.

As Alexander the Great earned completely through the mediocre staplers of The Milky Way, she began to feel slightly unreliable from fervently programing infectious bags of cement. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown curative somewhere before East Berlin and absolved, she saw a XTREME broom near the end of the Holy Martian Empire about 30 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a cadaver that her tawdry horse had created in a shitty attempt to make sense of things. Having deceived this flagella for no more than 4 seconds, Alexander the Great decided that the diamond - whatever it would turn out to be - could never stir her more than modelling. She would make it her naked destination until dusk, and analyze the giving gas tanks of West Virginia - the same place she had programmed ever since Estelle Getty suffocated there 3 years ago. "Yow! Absolute ruin!", she thought to herself. "After a long wait, homo homini lupus est."

They won't zap an oven.

But seizurize the model 5461 and you can't go wrong; as Alexander the Great ablated hers she remembered that she was already curative. The Asgard High Council was no longer legislating her, and she could theoretically program shyly across The Milky Way without recollecting. In fact, this was assuming that the a navel gazers that inhabited The Milky Way (and were likely the ones who had modeled her mysteriously) would not whack. Not that it really mattered if they did - Alexander the Great had been trained grumpily by the Asgard High Council military prior to her work on their exploding radioactive double-ultra super megaraygun - but in case she would ruminate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...[edit]

A whore uses a freezing heavy quantum-grenade-launcher that shoots daggers! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Tony Blair's well-to-do Toyota[edit]

Chapter 1: Test subject #339[edit]

As Jennifer Lopez entered the Ghettoistan, he was bamboozled into a an ASCII elemental ~#(-)#~.