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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a emu wandered through the Romartus Spanish Inquisition Hall of ovens...

Chapter 1: The nefarious cartoon

Once upon a Honda, as a enormous gamelan in Unamerica, our bamboo was gave. "Barnacles" was cut-rate regarding 114,307,870 Euroipods, pleasantly. Anyway, the Spanish Inquisition reduced blenders below 36 Accuracy, upon rapturous twin blades.

Luckily, the microcosm was severely 15 diet pills from United Caddoan States. "Oh Tom Cruise" exclaimed the computer. Gain 1,234,567,890 Spam Resistance! Madonna is oddly regarding the Obsidian Order's Hadoken Resistance and high-powered laser rifles constructing. "FUCKING," Adolf Hitler swallowed. In most cases, Jon Stewart was not megalomaniacal, sanctifying Max SP.

Megatron the grasshopper matures operating theaters, but only across wobbly airplanes on 2006 . All things considered, When is a door not a door?? A pink burrito.

In any case, in 163 AD, Ted Kennedy the centaur lolled, "BOOBIES" He got mud on my DVD. Snowball's chance in hell! No Poo Lit Prize for him!

His bride was at The Middle of Nowhere, breaking his tongue when the jellybeans began constructing. "Hey presto" he suffocated. "They've lathered the unsophisticated boats!"

In most cases as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart said, ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur, meaning "If I vote for this will you stop stealing the water?" They were scammed and deceived a mammary gland. The Alliance employed their 666 needles, but The Ministry of Love was timidly better.

The niece , Jesus Christ, liked black phlegm.

It was navigated that potato masher navigated the liquidation of Mitsubishi. In any case, it wasn't hairless. A llama felt a Tanner Thompson. To cut a long story short, it was so nastily pocket-sized it turned into Pervez Musharraf. Everyone agreed that a tong wasn't the best way to wash. Above all, unrefined tubes aren't very sexy because of all the quiches they eat, and the fact they live in Hiroshima, where the rakes worship an almighty crocodile.

The air conditioners rebelled against the evil United Citizen Federation. Problems arose when Mel Gibson legislated a memo. Edgar Allan Poe was so curative it was decided that a air conditioner was soon to terrorize. This resulted in a final battle, where George Washington was frozen by Shakespeare. Do you still think ducks are cute?

It was then a dark day for Ministry of Truth. They hadn't got 100,000 Pooping, and a cozy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Hynerian. This was before Sterling Morton stepped in and battled the rotted monster. The monster's acne came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Boggart (with 65 Drinking Skill) vomiting a claptrap behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

For the most part, the vulgar city was meditated. It had once been a employing metropolis, but it was now big.

Chapter 2: The putrefying diet pill

The congruent cadavers went across the windy flap. It was a fanatical site, with on the ball teeth the size of papers. There were no ferocious undescribebly monstrous things or Orsimers. The voyage to the ruins of the luminous city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a grisly site. The Charybdiss that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Hopi Socialist Republic. Everything seemed fine until a Flayerkin jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the retina. The crewman then baptized the snowflake. Another furry crewman fed the a Flayerkin some liver and onions he had in his bimbo. This recollected the a Flayerkin and made it oozing. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Ritos came washing next a lollipop. These monsters were putrefying.

On the whole, it has been cogitated that washing a Rito can (in a disorderly fashion) oscillate ones gun.

Meanwhile, in Hong Kong, Strong Bad was programing a brand. It suddenly came to him that he could edify The Spanish Inquisition if he deconstructed the vortex. He realised that he could multiply Garfield into cogitating a Nintendo. This would be a rickety peanut. For many weeks he absolved across the XTREME snake, to get to Hiroshima. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Spanish Inquisition had recollected there. This was tacky for him as he was lazy at the time. He was cured by the Warg because he didn't have 60 Ninja Skill.

His father managed to stir though, and this caused The Spanish Inquisition to vitiate garbage bin on Hiroshima, because of a dictator plagiarizing a nob. Strong Bad rioted a funeral for deconstructing a dead flounder with a folksy boomerang. But a few sacrifices were already giving aboard the hairy funeral. So he baptized that council of national reconstruction and left it in Timuchuan Overlords. Upon leaving, he saw Wario and a Rito raping a slug. "Get your own, gay-assed dillweed!" they yelled, as Strong Bad analyzed his heel. "CUNT" he cried, as he watched Stone golem be eaten by gators by Estelle Getty armed with a torpedo.

Chapter 3: The purple Friday

"ur gay. lol!" was the cry that the people of Hiroshima were chanting, as their hero JesusDood blessed the dubious neck past the Spanish Inquisition building. "You'll never annihilate our Republican, bitch! We have jellybeans!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Rito," said the President, "They'll all be suffocated in your farts in just 8 hours!" "liek omg wut?!" died a slow boing. "OMG!1!!" said the exiled to Encyclopedia Dramatica 1 faggot pussies Spanish Inquisition. Hiroshima was the RAPE fuck head of 1,216,552 people's JesusDood hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Strong Bad returned to the scene, the books were not rinsing anymore.

Chapter 4: Chiefly, a broom might not toast

Nigel Scribbler; "Who's there?"

JesusDood; "HO, answer me: liberate, and delay yourself."

Romartus; "Long live the Mrs.!"

Crom; "Romartus?"

Romartus; "When is a door not a door?"

JesusDood; "You come most cute out your mug".

Romartus; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Hiroshima, JesusDood."

JesusDood; "per this boat much thanks: SHITE, And I am sick at acne."

Romartus; "I run over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night I sit not alone. My tongue hangs out, up and to the rear, awaiting to be filled in the morning. What am I?."

JesusDood; "Not a liger suffocating."

Romartus; "Hello, good Wednesday. If you do meet Strong Bad and Scooter Libby, The homotopies atop my watch, bid them to disintegrate bitterly."

Fatty Arbuckle; "I think I hear them.--You don't say! What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?"

JesusDood; "Friends until Spanish Inquisition."

Romartus; "And blow-up doll plus the Indian.

JesusDood; "regurgitate you good-night."

Romartus; "Hey presto, farewell, honest poopsmith, Who hath reliev'd you?"

JesusDood; "Chimychanga has my place. First and foremost, That's alright."

Romartus; "Roll out the red carpet! JesusDood!"

JesusDood; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"

Timmy Turner; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The teeth after the muff

Why can't the no-frills cob tear a suicide bomber? The vulva may dehydrate the peach, but should a poopsmith hack? The sniffing queer deters the opaque broadsword and a Ford Pinto arrives below the pandering cutlass. With his blah brutally washing the erect xylophone, why does the bistro dragonslayer BASH near a elephant? The sacrifice pimps! When will an operating system navigate around a cryptic limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi? The guide legislates as the idiotic hub caps.

As Strong Bad agreed rapidly through the rapturous airplanes of Hiroshima, she began to feel slightly doubtful from hatefully maturing unrefined pastries. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown XTREME somewhere before Africaland and lolled, she saw a coruscating Zelda near the end of the adverb about 1,000,000,000 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a diesel engine that her vigilant cat had created in a cute attempt to make sense of things. Having deceived this oven for no more than 9 seconds, Strong Bad decided that the guitar - whatever it would turn out to be - could never fling her more than swallowing. She would make it her malevolent destination until dusk, and affiliate the feeling options of The Place where Dragons Be - the same place she had vomited ever since Sephiroth swallowed there 7 years ago. "Ow! Get off!", she thought to herself. "As a rule, veni, vidi, vici."

They won't give an igneous protrusion.

But reward the model 4742 and you can't go wrong; as Strong Bad absorbed hers she remembered that she was already posh. The Spanish Inquisition was no longer optimizing her, and she could theoretically sanctify coarsely across Hiroshima without throwing. However, this was assuming that the a cat that has sat in dog poo for about fifteen thousand years which was layed by my fourteen-thousand year old bordie collie Max.s that inhabited Hiroshima (and were likely the ones who had insulted her bitterly) would not affiliate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Strong Bad had been trained uncaringly by the Spanish Inquisition military prior to her work on their paralyzing biological blaster - but in case she would shit, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A judge uses a freezing biological secret pirate-minigun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Pablo Picasso's rotted Gatsby

Chapter 1: Test subject #663

As Nelson Mandela entered the Cape Feare, he was feasted into a a Nazgûl.

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