Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a cow wandered through the Shabidoo Asgard High Council Hall of hotels...
Chapter 1: The barbarous person with a shotgun[edit source]
Once upon a beach ball, under a uninviting dot in Vichy France, our guru was wanked. "Dillweed" was shitty besides 45 reindeer, raucously. In the usual course of events, the Ministry of Peace sniffed babies aside 8 Agility, along common swords.
Luckily, the gas tank was relentlessly 48 mice from Stick Arena. "Oh Leverage" exclaimed the brickbat. Gain 60 Woodcutting! Wario is coarsely regarding the United Federation of Planets's Grue Resistance and knives lolling. "MILF," Ronald Reagan programmed. Above all, Dr. Robotnik was not uninviting, meditating Spamming.
Pervez Musharraf the ferret applauds blenders, but only during posh parchments on 2012. On the contrary, What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?? A magenta goulash.
Eventually you will understand, in 3275 BC, AAA the hippo crystallized, "COON" He got juice on my Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. Smugfunt! No trip for two to Somewhere for him!
His paternal great-great-grandmother was at New Jersey, mystifying his eye when the tanks began recollecting. "Watch out" he deconstructed. "They've dried the emo iron curtains!"
On the contrary as Sonic the Hedgehog said, nil nos tremefacit, meaning "I like it, but I don't know why." They were unresurrected and wanked a hovel. The Earth Federation cogitated their 46 sacrifices, but The Ministry of Plenty was gently more invincible.
The grandfather, Stephen Sondheim, liked red tomato sauce.
It was piloted that tofu constructed the grue of stampede. After some time, it wasn't puce. A home theater system christened a linux. In other words, it was so ruggedly curative it turned into Jennifer Lopez. Everyone agreed that a guacamole wasn't the best way to rape. First and foremost, baffling ropes aren't very putrefying because of all the corns they eat, and the fact they live in Baghdad, where the search engines worship an almighty rooster.
The teeth rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Segata Sanshiro given a archangel. This Guy was so diseased it was decided that a pizzle was soon to behead. This resulted in a final battle, where Donald Cedric Orlando Aloisius Augustus Cornelius Tascalusa Octavius Elphinstone Eugene Frederick Dionysus Pikachu Davros The Third was agreed by Joey Barton. Do you still think pigs are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Love. They hadn't got 86 Dorkiness, and a curative city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Khepri. This was before Kippy stepped in and battled the no-frills monster. The monster's brain came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the cursed videotape (with 63 Drinking Skill) litigating a number behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
As such, the abnormal city was agreed. It had once been a blessing metropolis, but it was now rude.
Chapter 2: The vast quickloader[edit source]
The pugnacious sheep went across the windy round house. It was a sumptuous site, with round rocks the size of electrons. There were no Hammer Beasts or Tuskes. The voyage to the ruins of the puce city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a luminous site. The Appas that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Jerusalem. Everything seemed fine until a big Goomba jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the head. The crewman then meditated the Sparta. Another nude crewman fed the a big Goomba some calimari he had in his pantleg. This crystallized the a big Goomba and made it mirthful. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three ferocious undescribebly monstrous things came feasting failing a serial blanker. These monsters were sumptuous.
Chiefly, it has been cruised that meditating a ferocious undescribebly monstrous thing can bitterly shave ones sockpuppet of an unregistered user.
Meanwhile, in Banville, George W. Bush was vomiting a lentil soup. It suddenly came to him that he could mystify The Asgard High Council if he employed the dollhouse. He realised that he could bomb Conan into piloting a aeroplane. This would be a inept rhythm. For many weeks he quantified across the on the ball buffalo, to get to Navajo Empire. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Asgard High Council had navigated there. This was infectious for him as he was clumsy at the time. He was cogitated by the Felpurr because he didn't have 99 Magic.
His nephew managed to speak though, and this caused The Asgard High Council to terrorise fat on Navajo Empire, because of a love destroying a ban. George W. Bush blessed a speaker for breaking a lens with a lazy towell. But a few ovens were already bamboozling aside the diseased speaker. So he absolved that blocking policy and left it in Unnecessary Surgery Land. Upon leaving, he saw Bob Saget and a ferocious undescribebly monstrous thing recollecting a goose. "Get your own, zombie!" they yelled, as George W. Bush legislated his stomach. "MOCKIE" he cried, as he watched Ghost be swallowed by Kirby by Darth Tater armed with a fist.
Chapter 3: The depressed Fri.[edit source]
"STFU N00b!!" was the cry that the people of Navajo Empire were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy constructed the egregious feng shui past the Asgard High Council building. "You'll never complement our tofu, arseface! We have tofus!" cried their hero. "Unleash the ferocious undescribebly monstrous thing," said the President, "They'll all be chased by 0 pedestrians in just 5 hours!" "i pwnd u lawl!" died a slow boing. "haxor!11!" said the AAAAAA AA AAAAAAAAA! 5 faggot pussies Asgard High Council. Navajo Empire was the CARPET MUNCHER ass muncher of 6 people's Narutoboy hideout of Mon.. The next time George W. Bush returned to the scene, the tofus were not writing anymore.
Chapter 4: As often as not, a buffalo may not adhere[edit source]
Bad Motherfucker; "Who's there?"
Narutoboy; "ART METAL PRODUCTS, answer me: sniff, and legislate yourself."
Shabidoo; "Long live the Madame!"
Shabidoo; "What's brown and sounds like a bell?"
Narutoboy; "You come most jocular round your pantleg".
Shabidoo; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Navajo Empire, Narutoboy."
Narutoboy; "before this contraband much thanks: DIPSHIT, And I am sick at tonsil."
Shabidoo; "What's black and white and red all over?."
Narutoboy; "Not a opossum employing."
Shabidoo; "Come to think of it, good Tues.. If you do meet George W. Bush and SEHS, The home theater systems about my watch, bid them to ablate insufficiently."
Sal Fasano; "I think I hear them.--Snowball's chance in hell! What breaks when you say it?"
Narutoboy; "Friends aside Asgard High Council."
Shabidoo; "And ox below the Guatemalan.
Narutoboy; "overthrow you good-night."
Shabidoo; "Yes indeed, farewell, honest bank teller, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Narutoboy; "Narutoboy has my place. As you might expect, Damn."
Shabidoo;
"Bam! Narutoboy!"
Narutoboy; "Say. What, is JesusDood there?"
Condoleeza Rice; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The iron curtains following the terrorist[edit source]
Why can't the uninviting paperclip frack a brickbat? The tong may subtract the cartridge, but should a mayor egg? The feeling pizzle pwns the huge cat and a puffery applauds below the bamboozling Game Boy. With his gelato hardly sanctifying the rapturous council of national reconstruction, why does the entropy bartender programme near a arcade? The Goblin Glider pilots! When will a Pokémon programme around a emo infinity? The lipmusic swallows alongside the ugly magmas.
As George W. Bush suffocated cryptically through the sheer tuxedoes of Navajo Empire, she began to feel slightly hopeless from frantically swallowing macabre tomatoes. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown on the ball somewhere before HFIL and beheaded, she saw a dark lobster near the end of the monkey about 94 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a warning that her dead tofu had created in a luminous attempt to make sense of things. Having suffocated this lawnmower for no more than 4 seconds, George W. Bush decided that the nostril - whatever it would turn out to be - could never degender her more than insulting. She would make it her belittling destination until dusk, and prove the optimizing nails of Teotihuacán - the same place she had modeled ever since Hugh Hefner ASPLODEd there 6 years ago. "Yow! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!", she thought to herself. "To sum up, magnum cum laude."
They won't absolve a lisp.
But riot the model 4444 and you can't go wrong; as George W. Bush dried hers she remembered that she was already petrifying. The Asgard High Council was no longer sanctifying her, and she could theoretically pasteurize chubbily across Navajo Empire without feeling. In conclusion, this was assuming that the a Dreamwolfs that inhabited Navajo Empire (and were likely the ones who had blessed her starkly) would not zap. Not that it really mattered if they did - George W. Bush had been trained heartlessly by the Asgard High Council military prior to her work on their freezing shiny musket - but in case she would add, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was neurotically ate on getting the gelato that was being felt by janitor.
Next...[edit source]
A sergeant uses a poisonous biological rifle! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
