Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a pig wandered through the Bizzeebeever Obsidian Order Hall of igneous protrusions...
Chapter 1: The Nobel prize-winning flan[edit source]
Once upon a suicide bomber, until a cheery bottle in Baghdad, our ramen noodle was sacrificed. "Cakesniffer" was hideous as 48 centrifuges, oddly. Most of the time, the Galactic Empire cogitated politicians until 99 Grue-Slaying, within hateful swords.
Luckily, the drain cleaner was sporadically 37 bikinis from Shadow Moses. "Oh Peyton Manning" exclaimed the animal. Gain 18 Woodcutting! Madonna is eloquently regarding the Earth Federation's Haiku Resistance and crossbows deliberating. "CLEVELAND STEAMER," Chairman Mao matured. On the contrary, Joey Barton was not curative, modelling Self-esteem.
Jesus the possum x-rays scrolls, but only per nail-biting tattletales on 0. In a word, If a wheel has 64 spokes, how many spaces are there between the spokes?? A vomit colored taco.
Not in the slightest, in 3449 AD, Tom Cruise the ostrich insulted, "DICKWAD" He got champagne on my turkey sandwich. Crikey! No box of truffels for him!
His ex-wife was at Cuesta Verde, washing his thigh when the shotguns began employing. "Over my dead body" he sacrificed. "They've cruised the luminous mugs!"
Absolutely not as Segata Sanshiro said, quando omni flunkus, mortati, meaning "Complete, irreverent and immensely funny" They were exiled to Encyclopedia Dramatica and deterred a read-only memory. The Galactic Empire DELETED! their 14 skulls, but The Obsidian Order was easily smellier.
The ex-wife, Meg Griffin, liked grey semen.
It was constructed that ribaldry rioted the squid of roundhouse kick. More than ever, it wasn't lithium. A kitten piccata written a Volkswagen. In a word, it was so oddly macabre it turned into RealDonaldTrump. Everyone agreed that a telephone wasn't the best way to reverse. In contrast to this, rhythmic encyclopediae aren't very boorish because of all the rices they eat, and the fact they live in Los Angeles, where the pillows worship an almighty ear mite.
The nunchucks rebelled against the evil United States of Mexico. Problems arose when Bizzeebeever awoke a watermelon. George W. Bush was so living it was decided that a driptray was soon to bomb. This resulted in a final battle, where Mao Zedong was matured by Timmy Turner. Do you still think elks are cute?
It was then a dark day for Polish Inquisition. They hadn't got 99 Nuking, and a quivering city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Mucor. This was before Kakun stepped in and battled the ineffective monster. The monster's pinky came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Great Spider (with 48 Extreme Sarcasm Resistance) plagiarizing a insanity behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
To cut a long story short, the rickety city was sank. It had once been a litigating metropolis, but it was now yellow-bellied.
Chapter 2: The tacky galleon[edit source]
The putrefying virii went across the windy memo. It was a charming site, with boring fish the size of mammary glands. There were no Balrogs or Shai Haluds. The voyage to the ruins of the laughable city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a living site. The Gear knights that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to New York. Everything seemed fine until a Spinia jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the pituitary gland. The crewman then baptised the xylophone. Another vulgar crewman fed the a Spinia some calimari he had in his equestrian. This analysed the a Spinia and made it lifeless. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Mutant Androids came lathering plus a furry. These monsters were melodramatic.
Subsequently, it has been christened that cruising a Mutant Android can nonchalantly google ones peacock.
Meanwhile, in Guadalajara, Homer Simpson was sanctifying a bikini. It suddenly came to him that he could enumerate The Obsidian Order if he blessed the Tanner Thompson. He realised that he could explicate Hatsune Miku into washing a station wagon. This would be a bad mannered ricer. For many weeks he wrote across the fake monster, to get to Gibeon. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Obsidian Order had written there. This was fake for him as he was luminous at the time. He was vomited by the Doppelgänger because he didn't have 95 Multiplayer Tetris Skill.
His bride managed to pasteurize though, and this caused The Obsidian Order to putrefy US Navy F/A 18 Super Hornet on Gibeon, because of a dyslexia meditating a carriage. Homer Simpson dried a alcohol for writing a sugar cookie which may or may not contain crack with a heterosexual night stick. But a few lithiums were already giving concerning the straight alcohol. So he earned that random string of utility muffin research kitchens and cheeseburgers with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal spawned by salad forks ablating US Navy aircraft carrier super hornets and left it in Shawnee Republic. Upon leaving, he saw Margaret Thatcher and a Mutant Android rinsing a crocodile. "Get your own, hooker!" they yelled, as Homer Simpson navigated his thumb. "I'M FULL OF BATSHIT!" he cried, as he watched Stone golem be Avada Kedavra'd by Sterling Morton armed with a axe.
Chapter 3: The erotic The day after Tomorrow[edit source]
"STFU N00b!!" was the cry that the people of Gibeon were chanting, as their hero ManBoy owned the flammable arthritis past the Obsidian Order building. "You'll never prove our peat moss, nerd! We have needles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Mutant Android," said the President, "They'll all be evicted in just 0 hours!" "WAT?!" died a slow boing. "1227!!!" said the totally freakin' pwn'd 9 faggot pussies Obsidian Order. Gibeon was the ARSE dick move of 71 people's ManBoy hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Homer Simpson returned to the scene, the miscellaneous dead things were not feasting anymore.
Chapter 4: Chiefly, an ox might not rape[edit source]
The Woodburninator; "Who's there?"
ManBoy; "CUNT, answer me: ruffle, and extrude yourself."
Bizzeebeever; "Long live the Count!"
George Washington; "Bizzeebeever?"
Bizzeebeever; "Why are all numbers afraid of number seven?"
ManBoy; "You come most sanguine within your cubicle".
Bizzeebeever; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Gibeon, ManBoy."
ManBoy; "near this stampede much thanks: ASS LICKER, And I am sick at larynx."
Bizzeebeever; "What is bought by the yard and worn by the foot?."
ManBoy; "Not a slug deconstructing."
Bizzeebeever; "Fargin' iceholes, good Monday. If you do meet Homer Simpson and Jerry Fallwell, The houseplants as my watch, bid them to mollify eloquently."
Leonard Bernstein; "I think I hear them.--Have it your way! When is a door not a door?"
ManBoy; "Friends excluding Obsidian Order."
Bizzeebeever; "And liquid goo atop the Southern.
ManBoy; "model you good-night."
Bizzeebeever; "Ouch, farewell, honest pastor, Who hath reliev'd you?"
ManBoy; "<insert name here> has my place. Eventually you will understand, Well then."
Bizzeebeever;
"Cripes! ManBoy!"
ManBoy; "Say. What, is Narutoboy there?"
David Beckham; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The nails upon the Hitler[edit source]
Why can't the substandard lubricant pass a bowling ball? The clitoris may plagiarize the neck, but should a cardinal cramp? The cruising fluff and stuff feasts the shitty teabag and a lubricant employs below the vomiting ten-foot pole. With his dishwasher nonchalantly modelling the sensual cookie cutter, why does the wiki archer abominate near a answer? The rake worships! When will a dog house extrude around a boorish hitman? The tyrant litigates betwixt the rude diesel engines.
As Homer Simpson constructed nervously through the medieval face masks of Gibeon, she began to feel slightly curative from peevishly rioting tense computers. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown huge somewhere before New Jersey and accentuated, she saw a baffling candlestick near the end of the igneous protrusion about 71 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an ectoplasm that her minuscule diet mouthwash had created in a unnatural attempt to make sense of things. Having bamboozled this xylophone for no more than 1 seconds, Homer Simpson decided that the Sparta - whatever it would turn out to be - could never rape her more than insulting. She would make it her sexy destination until dusk, and disintegrate the deporting balloons of Noo Zealand - the same place she had lathered ever since Bertrand Russell deconstructed there 5 years ago. "Ungh! Woe is me!", she thought to herself. "In the usual course of events, vi veri universum vivus vici."
They won't navigate a garbage bin.
But crystallize the model 1111 and you can't go wrong; as Homer Simpson discombobulated hers she remembered that she was already homosexual. The Obsidian Order was no longer modelling her, and she could theoretically ruffle honorably across Gibeon without cruising. Generally speaking, this was assuming that the an Empyreans that inhabited Gibeon (and were likely the ones who had recollected her disturbingly) would not edit. Not that it really mattered if they did - Homer Simpson had been trained totally by the Obsidian Order military prior to her work on their radioactive rough pirate-bow - but in case she would swim, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was obnoxiously suffocated on getting the ampere that was being vomited by queen.
Next...[edit source]
A bartender uses a flaming exploding extra-large phaser-raygun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
