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The Auto-Novel[edit]

Prologue[edit]

Before this was written, a snail wandered through the Olipro Jaffa High Council Hall of dog houses...

Chapter 1: The virtual muffin[edit]

Once upon a document, since a dead terracotta in Eastern Europe, our hub cap was absolved. "Woohoo" was remarkable under 4,194,304 cockroaches, uncotrollably. Equally important, the Polish Inquisition destroyed mailboxes astride 25 Bitrate, per dismal lightsabers.

Luckily, the Kremling was seldom 40 mailboxes from Unnecessary Surgery Land. "Oh Sylvester Stallone" exclaimed the DVD. Gain 1,509 Cuteness! Kevin Federline is fretfully regarding the Centauri Republic's Fisticuffs Skill and high-powered laser rifles destroying. "SON OF A BITCH," Tony Blair threw. Subsequently, Donkey Kong was not exotic, deconstructing Max BP.

Malcolm X the fish sacrifices sticks, but only minus bright cakes on 666 . In conclusion, What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?? A on-white nacho.

Basically, in 3529 BC, Randy Savage the bobcat accentuated, "BUTTFUCKER" He got molten rock on my rope. Dillweed! No gold star for him!

His grandmother was at Manila, blessing his ovary when the twin blades began piloting. "Demon dogs" he legislated. "They've sacrificed the vulgar electrons!"

At the same time as George Washington said, ab imo pectore, meaning "Random humourous comment" They were slow-cooked in 100-degree weather and quantified a rifle. The Time Lord High Council DELETED! their 1,134 cats, but The United Earth Directorate was abrasively older.

The paternal great-great-grandmother , Pythagoras, liked violet wine.

It was legislated that eel lolled the cabinet of Tanner Thompson. Really, it wasn't infectious. A bistro ablated a pantleg. Subsequently, it was so habitually incredible it turned into David Beckham. Everyone agreed that a Goblin Glider wasn't the best way to assassinate. Subsequently, obscene balloons aren't very incompetent because of all the hams they eat, and the fact they live in Yoshi's Island, where the tanks worship an almighty badger.

The mailboxes rebelled against the evil Ministry of Love. Problems arose when Ronald Reagan lathered a ballroom. Fatty Arbuckle was so posh it was decided that a Pac-Man was soon to envision. This resulted in a final battle, where Rupert Murdoch was vomited by The Doctor. Do you still think otters are cute?

It was then a dark day for Nietzschean Alliance. They hadn't got -1 Imperviousnicity, and a rhythmic city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Gollum golem. This was before Stewie Griffin stepped in and battled the XTREME monster. The monster's nose came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Reedshark (with 42 Herblore) modelling a beans behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

After a long wait, the sumptuous city was matured. It had once been a constructing metropolis, but it was now contagious.

Chapter 2: The hopeless blanket[edit]

The white tuxedoes went across the windy hybrid engine. It was a eerie site, with diseased air conditioners the size of balloons. There were no Quylthulgs or Hippogriffs. The voyage to the ruins of the ill-bred city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a charming site. The Canadian mousses that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Somewhere. Everything seemed fine until a Nim jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the duodenum. The crewman then recollected the Chuck Norris impersonator. Another erect crewman fed the a Nim some banana he had in his hero. This proved the a Nim and made it malevolent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Levannaths came cruising betwixt a stamp. These monsters were demoralizing.

Nine times out of ten, it has been broken that deporting a Levannath can ass golf ones diesel engine.

Meanwhile, in Beverly Hills, Kyle Broflovski was litigating a riverbank. It suddenly came to him that he could rebel The Jaffa High Council if he insulted the foible. He realised that he could crinkle Tony Blair into sacrificing a apple juice. This would be a megalomaniacal lint. For many weeks he DELETED! across the pocket-sized Green Lantern ring, to get to Nebraska. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Jaffa High Council had dried there. This was sexy for him as he was erect at the time. He was deliberated by the Moomin because he didn't have -1 Donkey Kong Country.

His grandmother managed to navigate though, and this caused The Jaffa High Council to putrefy needle on Nebraska, because of a chisel deliberating a tit. Kyle Broflovski felt a Honda for legislating a pool table with a pocket-sized Penis Launcher. But a few bathtubs were already rinsing amidst the enormous Honda. So he gave that cockroach and left it in IRC. Upon leaving, he saw Jon Stewart and a Levannath swallowing a liger. "Get your own, poop!" they yelled, as Kyle Broflovski assassinated his armpit. "WOODPECKERSHIT" he cried, as he watched Stone golem be eliminated by Jimmy Hoffa armed with a Kung Fu Butterfly Swords.

Chapter 3: The no-frills Tuesday[edit]

"i pwnz u!" was the cry that the people of Nebraska were chanting, as their hero HarryPotterFan deterred the diseased pastry past the Jaffa High Council building. "You'll never quantify our cadaver, niggard! We have trebuchets!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Levannath," said the President, "They'll all be thrown into the fire pit in just 8 hours!" "WAT?!" died a slow boing. "j00 got p4wn'd!" said the obliterated 9 faggot pussies Jaffa High Council. Nebraska was the ASSHOLE geek of 328,742 people's HarryPotterFan hideout of Tuesday. The next time Kyle Broflovski returned to the scene, the tubes were not meditating anymore.

Chapter 4: To sum up, a pastry may not deliberate[edit]

Jack Phoenix; "Who's there?"

HarryPotterFan; "ANAL, answer me: wamble, and absolve yourself."

Olipro; "Long live the PC!"

Emperor Palpatine; "Olipro?"

Olipro; "If a wheel has 64 spokes, how many spaces are there between the spokes?"

HarryPotterFan; "You come most enormous till your tank".

Olipro; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Nebraska, HarryPotterFan."

HarryPotterFan; "through this freedom fighter much thanks: HITLER, And I am sick at heel."

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

HarryPotterFan; "Not a wolf quantifying."

Olipro; "Hey, good Wednesday. If you do meet Kyle Broflovski and Bob Saget, The bags of cement round my watch, bid them to hurt impolitely."

Sephiroth; "I think I hear them.--That's alright! What's black and white and red all over?"

HarryPotterFan; "Friends aside Jaffa High Council."

Olipro; "And liquidation beside the Icelandic.

HarryPotterFan; "crankle you good-night."

Olipro; "Not at all, farewell, honest soldier, Who hath reliev'd you?"

HarryPotterFan; "AngelFairyDust has my place. In the usual course of events, Whoopee."


Olipro; "Well then! HarryPotterFan!"

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

Dracula; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The pastries behind the fiasco[edit]

Why can't the mundane petroglyph castrate a Mazda? The option may remix the Cadillac, but should a rugby player fart? The maturing lollipop amuses the lifeless pillow and a Doppelgänger sacrifices below the deporting toothpick. With his pillow chaotically lathering the ill-bred bollocks, why does the anger pagan dance near a Dunmer? The factoid curses! When will a stapler explicate around a folksy marshmallow? The kamikaze admires given the grue-like tofus.

As Kyle Broflovski recollected shyly through the boorish magmas of Nebraska, she began to feel slightly cozy from suitably curing pale documents. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown cute somewhere before Lesotho and insulted, she saw a jocular question mark near the end of the drain cleaner about 75 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a diode that her implosive suicidal lemming had created in a vulgar attempt to make sense of things. Having cured this Chevrolet for no more than 9 seconds, Kyle Broflovski decided that the daffodil - whatever it would turn out to be - could never obliterate her more than giving. She would make it her belittling destination until dusk, and excruciate the lathering cakes of A Place Far, Far Away - the same place she had destroyed ever since Scooter Libby cruised there 6 years ago. "Yow! Gadzooks!", she thought to herself. "At the same time, esto perpetua."

They won't crankle a needle.

But sell the model 1487 and you can't go wrong; as Kyle Broflovski bamboozled hers she remembered that she was already cosmic. The Jaffa High Council was no longer swallowing her, and she could theoretically enumerate downright across Nebraska without rioting. First and foremost, this was assuming that the the Crackerzillas that inhabited Nebraska (and were likely the ones who had employed her 100%) would not clapperclaw. Not that it really mattered if they did - Kyle Broflovski had been trained blaringly by the Jaffa High Council military prior to her work on their exploding light pirate-grenade-launcher<choose> <option weight="25"></option> <option> plus - but in case she would neuter, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...[edit]

A pope uses a exploding ballistic rough quantum-crossbow<choose> <option weight="25"></option> <option> plus! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies.