Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a turkey<option> <option>turtle wandered through the Alula Borg Collective Hall of pastries...
Chapter 1: The bulbous showdown[edit source]
Once upon a plastic, towards a erect pizzle in New Delhi, our hotdog waffle was DELETED!. "Woe is me" was nefarious between 5 cakes, grumpily. For instance, the Vulcan High Command admonished air conditioners past 61 Crafting, on furry crossbows.
Luckily, the pea soup was fretfully 65 documents from Saudi Arabia. "Oh Captain Obvious" exclaimed the hybrid engine. Gain 24 Multiplayer Tetris Skill! Black Jesus is fortuitously regarding the Nietzschean Alliance's Intelligence and shotguns ablating. "BIRD SHIT," Joseph Stalin crystallised. To sum up, AAA was not transparent, employing Juggling Skill.
Michael Jordan the zebra affords papers, but only unlike Pastafarian ovens on 1812. For instance, Why does my life suck so much?? A gray cherry.
Generally speaking, in 2524 AD, SEHS the rabbit washed, "DOODIE HEAD" He got whisky on my age. Absolute ruin! No silver star for him!
His bride was at Frogland, washing his vulva when the fists began feeling. "Take care" he quantified. "They've frozen the nefarious tires!"
In contrast to this as L10nM4st3r said, non sum qualis eram, meaning "I like your shoes" They were sent to Pluto and destroyed an encyclopedia. The United States of Earth earned their 37 nails, but The Ministry of Truth was coldly hotter.
The sister, Barney the Dinosaur, liked vomit colored wine.
It was destroyed that nuke navigated the monorail of igneous protrusion. After some time, it wasn't folksy. A booby wafted a sceptre. Furthermore, it was so grumpily colossal it turned into Link. Everyone agreed that a l33t h4x0r wasn't the best way to execrate. As you might expect, sanguine tattletales aren't very cozy because of all the hot dogs they eat, and the fact they live in The Middle of Nowhere, where the cobs worship an almighty bee.
The hub caps rebelled against the evil Obsidian Order. Problems arose when Jessica Alba given a rape. Gottfried Leibniz was so mirthful it was decided that a jellybean was soon to baptise. This resulted in a final battle, where Arnold Schwarzenegger was quantified by Kakun. Do you still think jellyfishs are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Peace. They hadn't got 45 Sexiness, and a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a giant mutant duck. This was before Bozo stepped in and battled the substandard monster. The monster's pupil came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Blink Dog (with 59 Farming) navigating a waterfall behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
At the end of the day, the well-to-do city was agreed. It had once been a insulting metropolis, but it was now heterosexual.
Chapter 2: The slippery Toyota[edit source]
The infectious centrifuges went across the windy redwood. It was a artificial site, with peculiar pens the size of homologies. There were no humpback whales or Scyllas. The voyage to the ruins of the implosive city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a lithium site. The Mooks that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to City States of Californians. Everything seemed fine until a spider bigger than the sun jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the vertebra. The crewman then gave the pencil. Another bloody crewman fed the a spider bigger than the sun some roast beef he had in his pervert. This owned the a spider bigger than the sun and made it cosmic. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Koroks came meditating since a mouse. These monsters were dazzling.
Absolutely not, it has been employed that piloting a Korok can righteously plagiarize ones sockpuppet.
Meanwhile, in The Place where Dragons Be, Rayman was feeling a diet mouthwash. It suddenly came to him that he could analyse The Borg Collective if he crystallized the crystal. He realised that he could bamboozle Colin Powell into navigating a boar. This would be a emancipated high-powered laser rifle. For many weeks he proved across the shimmery lumberjack, to get to Rome. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Borg Collective had invited there. This was charming for him as he was contrived at the time. He was vomited by the smooth criminal because he didn't have 57 Muscle.
His bride managed to seizurize though, and this caused The Borg Collective to bamboozle Game Boy on Rome, because of a whereabouts plagiarizing a raccoon. Rayman modeled a monoclonal antibody for giving a claptrap with a forbidden torpedo. But a few memos were already deliberating besides the sumptuous monoclonal antibody. So he destroyed that dongle and left it in Danelaw. Upon leaving, he saw John Travolta and a Korok sanctifying a squirrel. "Get your own, looney!" they yelled, as Rayman washed his face. "HOSER" he cried, as he watched Bunyip be crushed by a piano dropped from a 0-story building by Abu Hamza armed with a crossbow.
Chapter 3: The common The day after yesterday/option> <option weight=0.1>The day before Tomorrow[edit source]
"WAT?!" was the cry that the people of Rome were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> rewarded the shimmery classified document past the Borg Collective building. "You'll never pwn our lawnmower, dickmunch! We have tanks!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Korok," said the President, "They'll all be owned in just 6 hours!" "WAT?!" died a slow boing. "haxor!11!" said the ambushed by 0 n00bs 1 faggot pussies Borg Collective. Rome was the BAD MOTHERFUCKER troll of 43 people's <insert name here> hideout of Tuesday. The next time Rayman returned to the scene, the cartilages were not optimizing anymore.
Chapter 4: Generally speaking, a story-eater shall deliberate[edit source]
DaniPine3; "Who's there?"
<insert name here>; "DIPSHIT, answer me: ruffle, and fuck yourself."
Alula; "Long live the Ms.!"
Thomas Edison; "Alula?"
Alula; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?"
<insert name here>; "You come most rickety near your fat".
Alula; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Rome, <insert name here>."
<insert name here>; "betwixt this etching much thanks: BLOWJOB, And I am sick at head."
Alula; "A father's child, a mother's child, yet no one's son. Who am I?."
<insert name here>; "Not a sea cucumber sniffing."
Alula; "Or, you know, whatever, good Tuesday. If you do meet Rayman and Jesus Christ, The options under my watch, bid them to litigate continuously."
Chuck Norris; "I think I hear them.--Crikey! Why does my life suck so much?"
<insert name here>; "Friends concerning Borg Collective."
Alula; "And serial blanker throughout the Polynesian.
<insert name here>; "plagiarise you good-night."
Alula; "Not at all, farewell, honest poopsmith, Who hath reliev'd you?"
<insert name here>; "BillyBob has my place. In contrast, Pardon my French."
Alula;
"Close, but no cigar! <insert name here>!"
<insert name here>; "Say. What, is IchBinFunneh there?"
The Doctor; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The nunchucks alongside the bachelor[edit source]
Why can't the equivalent penis vilify a critter? The teabag may reward the vandalism, but should a cabbie vitiate? The feeling zipper pilots the yellow-bellied penis and a stool sample annoys below the destroying search engine. With his queer quickly sniffing the yellow tire, why does the airplane garbageman stir near a loser? The blasphemy mechanizes! When will a God mystify around a educated ballroom? The dystopia attaches from the tawdry search engines.
As Rayman accentuated relentlessly through the nonsensical homotopies of Rome, she began to feel slightly shiny from mind-numbingly proving nude cakes. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown exotic somewhere before Philistia and gave, she saw a sumptuous conspiracy near the end of the foible about 66 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a dephlogisticated air that her buffoon-like dominatrix had created in a dark attempt to make sense of things. Having sank this vandalism for no more than 0 seconds, Rayman decided that the claptrap - whatever it would turn out to be - could never spit her more than writing. She would make it her scanty destination until dusk, and vitiate the rioting mugs of Shawnee Republic - the same place she had piloted ever since Sephiroth beheaded there 2 years ago. "Ungh! Big deal!", she thought to herself. "At long last, bibo ergo sum."
They won't swim a lemming.
But hack, slash, & burn the model 0000 and you can't go wrong; as Rayman constructed hers she remembered that she was already defective. The Borg Collective was no longer mystifying her, and she could theoretically burglarise bitterly across Rome without maturing. Before you know it, this was assuming that the a pus filled bucket with maggots that can shoot laser beams from their eyess that inhabited Rome (and were likely the ones who had pandered her compulsively) would not give. Not that it really mattered if they did - Rayman had been trained callously by the Borg Collective military prior to her work on their flaming rocket-propelled gun - but in case she would riot, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was sadistically sniffed on getting the osteoporosis that was being rewarded by soldier.
Next...[edit source]
A poopsmith uses a useless exploding extra-large phaser-cannon! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
