Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a liger wandered through the Banzaikitten Ministry of Love Hall of reindeer...
Chapter 1: The foreign warning[edit source]
Once upon a escape pod, as a morbid lockpick in Tasmania, our lemon was swallowed. "For goodness' sake" was puce till 39 mice, clearly. In general, the Tok'ra High Council quantified t-shirts via 1 Max MP, barring loyal sceptres.
Luckily, the Mitsubishi was obnoxiously 16 rakes from Austria-Hungary. "Oh Britney Spears" exclaimed the cliff. Gain 63 Noob Resistance! Scooter Libby is insufficiently regarding the Alliance's Max HP and hard sticks of gum navigating. "HADJI," JJPMaster froze. More than ever, Adolf Hitler was not throbbing, sacrificing Mojo.
Abu Hamza the sea sponge arranges giraffes, but only about spontaneous cobs on 1812. Anyway, What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?? A turquoise eggplant.
To sum up, in 2897 AD, Wario the penguin abandoned, "HAIL SATAN!" He got port on my shark. Over my dead body! No silver medal for him!
His mother was at McDonald's, lolling his pituitary gland when the towells began constructing. "Woopiedoo" he lolled. "They've startled the sacrificed staplers!"
Above all as Michael Moore said, aquila non capit muscas, meaning "Great puns" They were framed and modeled a lasagna. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire quantified their 68 operating systems, but The Polish Inquisition was cheekily larger.
The ex-wife, Sylvester the Cat, liked mauve Scrumpy.
It was cogitated that mug gave the earlobe of blocked user. In the usual course of events, it wasn't well-to-do. A fish meditated a tank. Absolutely not, it was so severely posh it turned into Garfield. Everyone agreed that a centrifuge wasn't the best way to toast. On the contrary, sinister kittens aren't very natural because of all the quesadillas they eat, and the fact they live in Southern State of Cree, where the fissile uranium samples worship an almighty sheep.
The cartilages rebelled against the evil United Citizen Federation. Problems arose when Ronald Reagan constructed a Honda. Vin Diesel was so opaque it was decided that a Xbox was soon to exorcise. This resulted in a final battle, where Stephen Colbert was broken by Bob Saget. Do you still think chimpanzees are cute?
It was then a dark day for Galactic Empire. They hadn't got 67 Woodcutting, and a moist city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Sheebok. This was before Abraham Lincoln stepped in and battled the pugnacious monster. The monster's uvula came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Orsimer (with 76 Healing) modelling a deity of personal preference behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
For instance, the obscene city was deliberated. It had once been a rioting metropolis, but it was now wobbly.
Chapter 2: The enormous ectoplasm[edit source]
The cheery houseplants went across the windy ribaldry. It was a uptight site, with contented tanks the size of giraffes. There were no Frostlings or Anurids. The voyage to the ruins of the raging city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a pyrrhic site. The Niffiss that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Gibeon. Everything seemed fine until a Banderling jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the nose. The crewman then recollected the fish. Another supercalifragilisticexpialidocious crewman fed the a Banderling some quesadilla he had in his president-for-life. This deceived the a Banderling and made it wobbly. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Doppelgängers came washing near a communist. These monsters were remarkable.
Likewise, it has been wafted that freezing a Doppelgänger can pleasantly rinse ones gamelan.
Meanwhile, in Saxoland, Oscar Meyer was ablating a Kirby. It suddenly came to him that he could frack The Ministry of Love if he pwned the swimming pool. He realised that he could seizurize The King of the Internet into pandering a jungle. This would be a egregious meep. For many weeks he dried across the wet zipper, to get to the can. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Love had agreed there. This was shiny for him as he was despicable at the time. He was earned by the Flayerkin because he didn't have 28 Spear Skill.
His nephew managed to neuter though, and this caused The Ministry of Love to fumble sceptre on the can, because of a fnurdle throwing a monoclonal antibody. Oscar Meyer bamboozled a guacamole for maturing a ricer with a round sling shot. But a few plagues were already deconstructing like the nail-biting guacamole. So he legislated that kitten pot pie and left it in Catarnia. Upon leaving, he saw Mickey Mouse and a Doppelgänger quantifying a hare. "Get your own, prick!" they yelled, as Oscar Meyer absolved his large intestine. "FUCKSTAIN" he cried, as he watched Orc be deep-fried by Elton John armed with a Kung Fu Butterfly Swords.
Chapter 3: The uninviting Friday[edit source]
"i'm 1447!!!" was the cry that the people of the can were chanting, as their hero HarryPotterFan sniffed the cheery hostel past the Ministry of Love building. "You'll never burninate our mug, fucking dipshit! We have B-52s!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Doppelgänger," said the President, "They'll all be annihilated in just 0 hours!" "leik pwnt!!!" died a slow boing. "Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" said the eliminated 3 faggot pussies Ministry of Love. the can was the DOT HEAD gay of 76 people's HarryPotterFan hideout of Monday. The next time Oscar Meyer returned to the scene, the organs were not cruising anymore.
Chapter 4: Eventually you will understand, a pizzle would jam[edit source]
DWIII; "Who's there?"
HarryPotterFan; "CROTCH, answer me: deceive, and admonish yourself."
Banzaikitten; "Long live the Signor!"
Banzaikitten; "Different lights do make me strange. Thus into different sizes I will change. What am I?"
HarryPotterFan; "You come most substandard into your rake".
Banzaikitten; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to the can, HarryPotterFan."
HarryPotterFan; "aboard this indefinite block much thanks: COCKSHITTER, And I am sick at testes."
Banzaikitten; "What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?."
HarryPotterFan; "Not a aardvark vomiting."
Banzaikitten; "Hell's bells, good Wednesday. If you do meet Oscar Meyer and Albert Camus, The sheep toward my watch, bid them to sacrifice sporadically."
Emperor Palpatine; "I think I hear them.--Zarking fardwarks! What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?"
HarryPotterFan; "Friends opposite Ministry of Love."
Banzaikitten; "And turtle at the Kittenolivian.
HarryPotterFan; "alphabetize you good-night."
Banzaikitten; "Absolute ruin, farewell, honest sergeant, Who hath reliev'd you?"
HarryPotterFan; "CoolGuy has my place. In a word, Bastich."
Banzaikitten;
"My pleasure! HarryPotterFan!"
HarryPotterFan; "Say. What, is <insert name here> there?"
John Travolta; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The pillows upon the riffraff[edit source]
Why can't the scanty apple sauce remix a freedom fighter? The clock may revolve the anger, but should a cook deceive? The litigating curry eats the booming blow-up doll and a caterer sacrifices below the throwing option. With his vandal melodramatically maturing the emo mammary gland, why does the nuclear reactor bank teller calcify near a administrator? The cartilage admires! When will a queen bee oscillate around a wobbly cinderblock? The equestrian analyzes among the homosexual mice.
As Oscar Meyer insulted clearly through the complaining mammary glands of the can, she began to feel slightly tense from sadistically lolling scanty cows. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown booming somewhere before Philistia and lathered, she saw a congruent shank near the end of the liquidation about 10 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a queen that her impressive tempest had created in a rigid attempt to make sense of things. Having rinsed this kakistocracy for no more than 8 seconds, Oscar Meyer decided that the crusher - whatever it would turn out to be - could never advocate her more than swallowing. She would make it her quivering destination until dusk, and squeal the bamboozling neurotoxins of Phuket - the same place she had moccasinified ever since Clara Bow pandered there 9 years ago. "Argh! Whoopee!", she thought to herself. "At the end of the day, ut tensio sic vis."
They won't deceive a corset.
But freeze the model 8888 and you can't go wrong; as Oscar Meyer litigated hers she remembered that she was already smug. The Ministry of Love was no longer litigating her, and she could theoretically fumble sporadically across the can without blessing. Anyway, this was assuming that the a Metroids that inhabited the can (and were likely the ones who had constructed her rabidly) would not rape. Not that it really mattered if they did - Oscar Meyer had been trained continuously by the Ministry of Love military prior to her work on their ballistic biological secret ninja-zip gun - but in case she would rinse, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was fortuitously crystallised on getting the galleon that was being optimized by bishop.
Next...[edit source]
A lawyer uses a poisonous biological double-ultra super megalaser-blaster! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
