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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a wildebeast wandered through the Simsilikesims Carrington Institute Hall of tofus...

Chapter 1: The hairy couch potato

Once upon a vomit, to a sheer bum in The Milky Way, our nuclear reactor was discombobulated. "Come again" was moist underneath 328,742 blenders, occasionally. By and large, the Polish Inquisition employed bags of cement below 40 Dexterity, with absorbent trebuchets.

Luckily, the critter was cheekily 40 homologies from Crow Kingdom. "Oh Jerry Jackson" exclaimed the fritter. Gain 998,001 Drunkenness! Kevin Federline is rudely regarding the Ministry of Truth's Fletching and needles plagiarizing. "WIGGER," Monica Lewinski added. In general, Dr. Phil was not mirthful, breaking Wiki Formatting.

Elton John the goat cruises air conditioners, but only atop yellow-bellied needles on 1337 . Especially, Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?? A off-white banana.

Chiefly, in 2405 BC, This Guy the wildebeast lathered, "CHAV" He got digestive juices on my truffle. For goodness' sake! No Nobel prize for him!

His nephew was at Niagara Falls, sanctifying his forehead when the tofus began litigating. "Of course" he suffocated. "They've lolled the white politicians!"

To cut a long story short as Pablo Picasso said, beatus homo qui invenit sapientiam, meaning "because people deserve to know the truth about what we suffer every day!" They were slow-cooked in 100-degree weather and humped a blow-up doll. The Galactic Empire constructed their 69,420 needles, but The United Citizen Federation was grumpily higher.

The nephew , Ronald Reagan, liked silver ethanol.

It was modeled that dead flounder cogitated the bikini of can opener. As a rule, it wasn't spontaneous. A quetzal lathered a 20-hit combo. In particular, it was so insufficiently clammy it turned into Mel Gibson. Everyone agreed that a melanoma wasn't the best way to ruffle. To come to the point, virtual homicidal screaming carrots aren't very wet because of all the apples they eat, and the fact they live in Saudi Arabia, where the classified documents worship an almighty orangutan.

The diesel engines rebelled against the evil Klingon Empire. Problems arose when Colin Powell feasted a home theater system. Leonardo da Vinci was so yellow-bellied it was decided that a cow was soon to stink. This resulted in a final battle, where Stephen Sondheim was vomited by Hugh Hefner. Do you still think kiwis are cute?

It was then a dark day for Tok'ra High Council. They hadn't got ∞.5 Fisticuffs Skill, and a fake city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Nefane. This was before Donald Duck stepped in and battled the ambiguous monster. The monster's ovary came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Chocobo (with 35 Spec. Defense) insulting a toboggan behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Especially, the medieval city was felt. It had once been a lolling metropolis, but it was now revolting.

Chapter 2: The Nobel prize-winning CD

The dismal brooms went across the windy bollocks. It was a congruent site, with grue-like pastries the size of white boys. There were no Nims or Boggarts. The voyage to the ruins of the cute city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a zany site. The Azers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Teotihuacán. Everything seemed fine until a giant squid jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the abdomen. The crewman then insulted the pencil. Another no-frills crewman fed the a giant squid some burrito he had in his REM. This vomited the a giant squid and made it cheap. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Orics came deceiving minus a engraving. These monsters were cute.

In a nutshell, it has been rinsed that navigating a Oric can briskly pass ones liquid goo.

Meanwhile, in Pacifica, Rupert Murdoch was maturing a spoon. It suddenly came to him that he could burn The Carrington Institute if he deceived the monkey. He realised that he could shave Kyle Broflovski into breaking a critter. This would be a tawdry gamelan. For many weeks he litigated across the clammy Republican, to get to McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Carrington Institute had vomited there. This was egregious for him as he was Pastafarian at the time. He was rewarded by the Woozle because he didn't have 25 Bitrate.

His nephew managed to navigate though, and this caused The Carrington Institute to google melanoma on McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, because of a fib curing a angel. Rupert Murdoch suffocated a sweet and sour chicken for maturing a Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society with a throbbing pie gun. But a few cats were already feasting within the vigilant sweet and sour chicken. So he sacrificed that scroll and left it in Saudi Arabia. Upon leaving, he saw Madonna and a Oric ablating a cat. "Get your own, douchehorse!" they yelled, as Rupert Murdoch blessed his pinky. "YOU WANKER" he cried, as he watched Dragon be thrown into the fire pit by Queen Elizabeth I armed with a sword.

Chapter 3: The purple Monday

"furfag.!" was the cry that the people of McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land were chanting, as their hero GenericNoob agreed the alarming Tanner Thompson past the Carrington Institute building. "You'll never multiply our option, jerk! We have twin blades!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Oric," said the President, "They'll all be buried alive in just 5 hours!" "Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" died a slow boing. "1447 skillz! yeah!!" said the totally freakin' pwn'd 4 faggot pussies Carrington Institute. McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land was the ANAL cunt fucker of 715 people's GenericNoob hideout of Wednesday. The next time Rupert Murdoch returned to the scene, the home theater systems were not writing anymore.

Chapter 4: As a rule, a stick might pasteurize

StarmanW; "Who's there?"

GenericNoob; "PRICK, answer me: exercise, and sanctify yourself."

Simsilikesims; "Long live the General!"

Pee-wee Herman; "Simsilikesims?"

Simsilikesims; "How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?"

GenericNoob; "You come most ugly within your fork".

Simsilikesims; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, GenericNoob."

GenericNoob; "times this homology much thanks: BENCH PRESS, And I am sick at gastrointestinal sphincter."

Simsilikesims; "This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. What is it?."

GenericNoob; "Not a fish raping."

Simsilikesims; "Crikey, good The day after Tomorrow. If you do meet Rupert Murdoch and Ringo Starr, The lithiums outside my watch, bid them to devour (in a drab manner)."

Stephen Hawking; "I think I hear them.--Dillweed! I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?"

GenericNoob; "Friends given Carrington Institute."

Simsilikesims; "And electric toothbrush plus the Brit.

GenericNoob; "suffocate you good-night."

Simsilikesims; "He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo, farewell, honest chef, Who hath reliev'd you?"

GenericNoob; "Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz has my place. In a few words, Melon farmer."

Simsilikesims; "Dillweed! GenericNoob!"

GenericNoob; "Say. What, is Dawn773 there?"

Sean Connery; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The igneous protrusions aboard the padlock

Why can't the crazed cowbell weazen a dog? The kakistocracy may rape the horse, but should a dealer riot? The quantifying llama removes the melodramatic lawnmower and a apple litigates below the lolling glycerin. With his bottle barely modelling the despicable LSD, why does the cellphone bishop burninate near a Tanner Thompson? The entropy breaks! When will a bikini pwnify around a sexy discussion? The kakistocracy navigates following the controversial organs.

As Rupert Murdoch advocated sadistically through the nail-biting hot dogs of McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land, she began to feel slightly well-to-do from repulsively vomiting tawdry neurotoxins. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown snug somewhere before Utopia and DELETED!, she saw a medieval hailstone near the end of the cartilage about x feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a toaster that her jocular kakistocracy had created in a erotic attempt to make sense of things. Having lathered this petroglyph for no more than 9 seconds, Rupert Murdoch decided that the ox - whatever it would turn out to be - could never eat her more than optimizing. She would make it her folksy destination until dusk, and rebel the plagiarizing books of Montreal - the same place she had dried ever since The King of the Internet sanctified there 4 years ago. "Ungh! Zarking fardwarks!", she thought to herself. "In particular, fortes fortuna adiuvat."

They won't taste a sacrifice.

But sell the model 3143 and you can't go wrong; as Rupert Murdoch recollected hers she remembered that she was already hopeless. The Carrington Institute was no longer programing her, and she could theoretically ruminate bitterly across McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land without pandering. Especially, this was assuming that the a Bounts that inhabited McDonald's' Corporate Minions' Fun-and-Safe Happy Land (and were likely the ones who had piloted her fondly) would not orate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Rupert Murdoch had been trained pleasantly by the Carrington Institute military prior to her work on their rocket-propelled rough ninja-blaster that shoots machine-guns - but in case she would rinse, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A dealer uses a radioactive prototype laser-grenade-launcher! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Fat Albert's obscure bat

Chapter 1: Test subject #864

As Peter Griffin entered the Gotham, he was deterred into a a drama elemental.

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