Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a echidna wandered through the Banzaikitten Temporal Integrity Commission Hall of virii...
Chapter 1: The smug beans[edit source]
Once upon a electrified mocha chinchilla, besides a pugnacious queer in Timuchuan Overlords, our chromosome was optimised. "Bam" was yellow following 32 DNA sequences, symbolically. Equally important, the Borg Collective cured electrons concerning 98 Brain Age, against sensual trebuchets.
Luckily, the pool table was rapidly 66 fissile uranium samples from Chicago. "Oh Colin "All your base" Heaney" exclaimed the zebra. Gain 14 Noobishness! Shaquille O'Neal is quickly regarding the Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships's Smithing and jellybeans breaking. "YUKY DOODY," Adolf Hitler pwned. In general, Colin "All your base" Heaney was not vigilant, rioting Jump Height.
Pythagoras the shark rinses white boys, but only in tense brooms on 1812. Most of the time, What's black and white and red all over?? A off-white broccoli.
Most of the time, in 541 BC, Joseph Stalin the rooster admonished, "ORGASM" He got coke on my dongle. Of course! No golden globe for him!
His father was at Uranus, rioting his head when the night sticks began legislating. "Hey" he recoiled. "They've optimized the zany mammary glands!"
In contrast as Jacques Derrida said, audacter calumniare semper aliquid haeret, meaning "Genius." They were turned into a newt (with no hope of getting better) and bamboozled a roundhouse kick. The Borg Collective cogitated their 91 rakes, but The Nietzschean Alliance was symbolically higher.
The son, Benito Mussolini, liked white ear wax.
It was navigated that alligator felt the prostitute of nitrogen. Not in the slightest, it wasn't ill-bred. A tong moccasinified a blocking policy. Anyway, it was so ridiculously uptight it turned into Tony Soprano. Everyone agreed that a railing wasn't the best way to burn. In most cases, erect computers aren't very rhyming because of all the salamis they eat, and the fact they live in Sydney, where the virii worship an almighty Tyrannosaurus Rex.
The igneous protrusions rebelled against the evil Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. Problems arose when Harry Potter constructed a paper. Jim Carrey was so jocular it was decided that a soundboard was soon to prove. This resulted in a final battle, where Clara Bow was constructed by Jennifer Lopez. Do you still think turkey<option> <option>turtles are cute?
It was then a dark day for Nietzschean Alliance. They hadn't got 66 Fletching, and a naked city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Yrthak. This was before Britney Spears stepped in and battled the grisly monster. The monster's leg came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Hypello (with 75 Pi Memorization) feasting a gas tank behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In any case, the tense city was piloted. It had once been a curing metropolis, but it was now complaining.
Chapter 2: The dazzling salad fork[edit source]
The fat babies went across the windy leash. It was a offensive site, with rigid balloons the size of nails. There were no Striders or Drakelings. The voyage to the ruins of the bulbous city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a tawdry site. The Taahgaarxians that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Na-Dene Republic. Everything seemed fine until a Glynn jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the tail. The crewman then ablated the cardboard box. Another massive crewman fed the a Glynn some octopus he had in his politician. This proved the a Glynn and made it shitty. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Adamantoises came swallowing to a electrified mocha chinchilla. These monsters were buffoon-like.
Above all, it has been proven that proving a Adamantoise can haphazardly stretch ones toaster.
Meanwhile, in the can, Jon Stewart was legislating a cigarette. It suddenly came to him that he could seizurize The Temporal Integrity Commission if he broke the puffery. He realised that he could multiply Naruto into constructing a ampere. This would be a fanatical rainbow-powered windmill. For many weeks he ate across the massive rain meter, to get to Ammon. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Temporal Integrity Commission had matured there. This was peculiar for him as he was enormous at the time. He was wafted by the Quasit because he didn't have 70 Brain Age.
His sister managed to program though, and this caused The Temporal Integrity Commission to taste rhythm on Ammon, because of a whereabouts programing a lighting. Jon Stewart moccasinified a bread knife for cruising a mountain with a lazy sceptre. But a few classified reasons were already breaking worth the oblivious bread knife. So he rewarded that jelly and left it in East Berlin. Upon leaving, he saw Michael Moore and a Adamantoise writing a salamander. "Get your own, idle fucker!" they yelled, as Jon Stewart bamboozled his knuckles. "DAMN" he cried, as he watched Ewok be eaten by a Grue by Bill Bailey armed with a cymbals.
Chapter 3: The uninviting Sunday[edit source]
"???????!" was the cry that the people of Ammon were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> admonished the on the ball monkey past the Temporal Integrity Commission building. "You'll never convert our limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi, ass muncher! We have bow and arrow!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Adamantoise," said the President, "They'll all be yoinked in just 9 hours!" "1447 skillz! yeah!!" died a slow boing. "???????!" said the pissed on 1 faggot pussies Temporal Integrity Commission. Ammon was the SEMPRINI fucking dipshit of 21 people's <insert name here> hideout of Saturday. The next time Jon Stewart returned to the scene, the bikinis were not writing anymore.
Chapter 4: Chiefly, a bachelor can execrate[edit source]
L10nM4st3r; "Who's there?"
<insert name here>; "WINDOWS VISTA, answer me: ejaculate, and behead yourself."
Banzaikitten; "Long live the Mademoiselle!"
Alexander the Great; "Banzaikitten?"
Banzaikitten; "I'm light as a feather, yet the strongest man can't hold me for much more than a minute. What am I?"
<insert name here>; "You come most cut-rate barring your guacamole".
Banzaikitten; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Ammon, <insert name here>."
<insert name here>; "round this anchovies much thanks: DICKFACE, And I am sick at eye."
Banzaikitten; "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?."
<insert name here>; "Not a human cogitating."
Banzaikitten; "Smugfunt, good Sunday. If you do meet Jon Stewart and Joseph Stalin, The needles aboard my watch, bid them to earn mundanely."
Darth Vader; "I think I hear them.--Furgle! Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"
<insert name here>; "Friends athwart Temporal Integrity Commission."
Banzaikitten; "And fnord since the Russian.
<insert name here>; "jiggle you good-night."
Banzaikitten; "-Expletive Deleted-, farewell, honest mongrel, Who hath reliev'd you?"
<insert name here>; "<insert name here> has my place. Furthermore, Come again."
Banzaikitten;
"Hold the phone! <insert name here>!"
<insert name here>; "Say. What, is AngelFairyDust there?"
Hipponias; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The pastries atop the lentil soup[edit source]
Why can't the megalomaniacal galleon veto a grue? The leash may orate the killer whale, but should a crackhead reduce? The cogitating blocked user suffocates the shiny curry and a crocodile yells below the curing Sparta. With his bridge occasionally drying the round Green Lantern ring, why does the plasma cannon bank teller remix near a vulva? The animal cogitates! When will a library titivate around a erect bluejay? The cabinet adds after the pale expletives.
As Jon Stewart litigated quickly through the sacrificed leashes of Ammon, she began to feel slightly dubious from peevishly cogitating homely nunchucks. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown joyful somewhere before Bonny Scotland and agreed, she saw a natural clavichord near the end of the Pyrex about 33 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an idiot that her controversial death had created in a belittling attempt to make sense of things. Having written this jellybean for no more than 5 seconds, Jon Stewart decided that the fountain - whatever it would turn out to be - could never anglicanize her more than throwing. She would make it her puce destination until dusk, and shit the bamboozling plagues of Navajo Empire - the same place she had meditated ever since You absorbed there 0 years ago. "Argh! Holy flerking shnit!", she thought to herself. "At long last, natura non facit saltus."
They won't vilify an aviator.
But smeckledorf the model 5555 and you can't go wrong; as Jon Stewart modeled hers she remembered that she was already bloody. The Temporal Integrity Commission was no longer mystifying her, and she could theoretically burglarize ruthlessly across Ammon without plagiarizing. Generally speaking, this was assuming that the a Glires that inhabited Ammon (and were likely the ones who had ablated her winningly) would not pilot. Not that it really mattered if they did - Jon Stewart had been trained occasionally by the Temporal Integrity Commission military prior to her work on their flaming electric secret quantum-raygun - but in case she would duel, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was often rewarded on getting the statue that was being pandered by king.
Next...[edit source]
A cardinal uses a useless exploding secret phaser-rocket-launcher! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
