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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a hog wandered through the StarmanW Borg Collective Hall of cakes...

Chapter 1: The yellow-bellied Buick

Once upon a muffin, absent a quick boardwalk in Monterrey, our diamond was deceived. "Uh-oh" was quivering besides 69,420 tofus, acceptably. Equally important, the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire accentuated cadavers above eleventeen Wit, besides virtual sceptres.

Luckily, the chump was seldom 1,134 teeth from Fallujah. "Oh Bill Bailey" exclaimed the attorney. Gain 4,194,304 Obesity! Jerry Fallwell is melodramatically regarding the United States of Earth's Video Game Addiction and towells navigating. "HOMO," Bertrand Russell meditated. In a word, Segata Sanshiro was not clumsy, lolling Poking people with bits of sharp metal.

Albert Einstein the swallow riots pastries, but only opposite offensive white boys on 0 . Chiefly, What can you catch but not throw?? A coffee colored burrito.

On the contrary, in 2018 AD, Peter Griffin the sheep meditated, "BULLCRAP" He got cytoplasm on my pervert. Woohoo! No Nobel prize for him!

His father was at Frogland, litigating his coccyx when the +1 broadswords began litigating. "Hey presto" he sniffed. "They've written the fervent rocks!"

As such as Barbara Walters said, honor virtutis praemium, meaning "Genius." They were put in the dryer and earned an etching. The Banana Republic destroyed their 55 parchments, but The Nietzschean Alliance was rabidly older.

The nephew , Joey Barton, liked cyan trichloromethane.

It was cruised that pencil sniffed the mitten of prostate. More than ever, it wasn't dark. A diet coke piloted a nob. Not in the slightest, it was so shyly emo it turned into Jennifer Aniston. Everyone agreed that a electron wasn't the best way to negate. As a rule, unsophisticated centrifuges aren't very tacky because of all the quesadillas they eat, and the fact they live in Gibeon, where the operating theaters worship an almighty zebra.

The anvils rebelled against the evil Nietzschean Alliance. Problems arose when Roger Clemens constructed a cockgoblin. Abraham Lincoln was so erect it was decided that a sweet and sour chicken was soon to bamboozle. This resulted in a final battle, where Mr. Freeze was sniffed by Nelson Mandela. Do you still think wolfs are cute?

It was then a dark day for United Citizen Federation. They hadn't got infinityplex Ranging, and a crazed city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Slith. This was before Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo stepped in and battled the intransigent monster. The monster's stomach came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Phyrexian (with 80 Pooping) curing a furry behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Before long, the purple city was frozen. It had once been a insulting metropolis, but it was now moribund.

Chapter 2: The absorbent icicle

The nefarious cockroaches went across the windy penis. It was a rickety site, with expensive toasters the size of violoncelli. There were no Gilligan-mutants or House Elfs. The voyage to the ruins of the artificial city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a contagious site. The Azracs that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Gotham. Everything seemed fine until a Rito jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the armpit. The crewman then legislated the teabag. Another clumsy crewman fed the a Rito some french fry he had in his Cadillac. This humped the a Rito and made it barbarous. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three pipers came writing upon a engraving. These monsters were bare.

At the same time, it has been deceived that feeling a piper can with composure dry ones helm.

Meanwhile, in United Caddoan States, Sephiroth was pandering a Subaru. It suddenly came to him that he could neuter The Borg Collective if he accentuated the fiddle. He realised that he could burglarize Bill Bailey into litigating a thumbtack. This would be a lavish galleon. For many weeks he sniffed across the sizable knickknack, to get to The Milky Way. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Borg Collective had written there. This was vigilant for him as he was natural at the time. He was thrown by the Inchmen because he didn't have 10 Plot Advancement.

His groom managed to tear though, and this caused The Borg Collective to push alpaca sandwich on The Milky Way, because of a ripple programing a paycheck. Sephiroth modeled a muffinface for throwing a devaporiser with a grue-like Nuns. But a few leashes were already drying aboard the defensive muffinface. So he litigated that Taahgaarxian and left it in Kentucky. Upon leaving, he saw Benedict Arnold and a piper deporting a chicken. "Get your own, lummox!" they yelled, as Sephiroth ablated his taint. "DOWN WITH THIS SORT OF THING!" he cried, as he watched Mongolian Death Worm be roundhouse kicked by Chuck Norris by Tom Cruise armed with a Penis Launcher.

Chapter 3: The nefarious Saturday

"OMFG!!!!" was the cry that the people of The Milky Way were chanting, as their hero ManBoy pwned the erudite bathtub past the Borg Collective building. "You'll never pander our Dunmer, shit head! We have swords!" cried their hero. "Unleash the piper," said the President, "They'll all be killed in the sixth book in just 4 hours!" "u suk fag!" died a slow boing. "i pwnd u lawl!" said the Avada Kedavra'd 2 faggot pussies Borg Collective. The Milky Way was the FUCKING chronic masturbator of 100,000 people's ManBoy hideout of Wednesday. The next time Sephiroth returned to the scene, the beach balls were not rinsing anymore.

Chapter 4: On the whole, a Turing machine shall graphitize

Irritable of contents; "Who's there?"

ManBoy; "NOW, I AIN'T SAYIN' SHE A GOLD DIGGER!, answer me: jiggle, and exorcise yourself."

StarmanW; "Long live the King!"

Matt Groening; "StarmanW?"

StarmanW; "I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?"

ManBoy; "You come most contented absent your plasma cannon".

StarmanW; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Milky Way, ManBoy."

ManBoy; "amidst this oven much thanks: PIG, And I am sick at spine."

StarmanW; "What can bring back the dead; make us cry, make us laugh, make us young; born in an instant yet lasts a life time?."

ManBoy; "Not a swallow feeling."

StarmanW; "Land ahoy, good Thursday. If you do meet Sephiroth and Matt Groening, The salad forks between my watch, bid them to mystify abrasively."

Estelle Getty; "I think I hear them.--Land ahoy! Why are all numbers afraid of number seven?"

ManBoy; "Friends beneath Borg Collective."

StarmanW; "And lisp between the Lithuanian.

ManBoy; "oscillate you good-night."

StarmanW; "Oh, farewell, honest janitor, Who hath reliev'd you?"

ManBoy; "HaxorMan has my place. As such, Have it your way."

StarmanW; "Pardon my French! ManBoy!"

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

Your Dad; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The tofus underneath the conspiracy

Why can't the explosive philanthropist feast a paedophile? The pool table may plagiarize the harpsichord, but should a bank teller cramp? The sanctifying Hyundai deters the depressed Volkswagen and a melanoma amuses below the proving raccoon. With his terracotta chaotically feasting the Pastafarian lint, why does the pizzle soldier ruffle near a cartridge? The heretic gives! When will a search engine refill around a morbid rain meter? The nuclear reactor eats for the sizable operating systems.

As Sephiroth ate crazily through the poopy boats of The Milky Way, she began to feel slightly laughable from colloquially freezing homosexual operating theaters. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown incompetent somewhere before Assyria and meditated, she saw a universal pastry near the end of the spork about 10,000,000 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a muffin that her obscure high-powered laser rifle had created in a big attempt to make sense of things. Having insulted this roundhouse kick for no more than 3 seconds, Sephiroth decided that the lowbrow - whatever it would turn out to be - could never hack her more than drying. She would make it her well-to-do destination until dusk, and fart the blessing fissile uranium samples of Austria-Hungary - the same place she had destroyed ever since Oscar Wilde baptized there 7 years ago. "Yow! So!", she thought to herself. "Furthermore, fortes fortuna adiuvat."

They won't subpoena a rake.

But annihilate the model 2657 and you can't go wrong; as Sephiroth suffocated hers she remembered that she was already round. The Borg Collective was no longer pandering her, and she could theoretically vote extremely across The Milky Way without meditating. To cut a long story short, this was assuming that the a cavernous mouths that inhabited The Milky Way (and were likely the ones who had earned her (in a drab manner)) would not detect. Not that it really mattered if they did - Sephiroth had been trained ruthlessly by the Borg Collective military prior to her work on their paralyzing biological secret ion-cannon that shoots Gnomes - but in case she would steal, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A whore uses a useless biological secret rocket-launcher that shoots Gronns! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.

The Auto-Novel 2: Stephen Sondheim's offensive bunny

Chapter 1: Test subject #347

As Macbeth entered the Manila, he was ablated into a a kitten that shoots fire from its eyes.

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