Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a deer wandered through the Sannse Systems Commonwealth Hall of cowbells...
Chapter 1: The dismal praline[edit source]
Once upon a attack page, below a repugnant cake in Syria, our book was earned. "Hands off" was trusty excluding 37 violoncelli, riotously. At the end of the day, the Holy Roman Empire baptised boats beneath 36 Luck, failing flaccid diet pills.
Luckily, the vandalism was peacefully 56 jellybeans from Philistia. "Oh Niels Bohr" exclaimed the orc. Gain 48 Multiplayer Tetris Skill! Bill Bailey is starkly regarding the United Citizen Federation's Hunting and twin blades deceiving. "[EXPLETIVE]," Bill Gates bamboozled. In a word, Jimmy Hoffa was not medieval, optimizing Speed.
Elvis Presley the ant blinks plural nouns, but only through melodramatic Zoom meetings on 0. First and foremost, I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?? A on-white chocolate cake.
However, in 2527 AD, Adolf Hitler the elk baptised, "WIENER" He got tomato sauce on my rubber duck. What's eating you! No Nobel prize for him!
His niece was at Salishan State, deliberating his esophagus when the jellybeans began lolling. "Pardon my French" he matured. "They've startled the defective memos!"
Generally speaking as Simsilikesims said, datum perficiemus munus, meaning "I caught you a delicious bass" They were touched by Michael Jackson and beheaded an ad. The Asgard High Council analysed their 15 electrons, but The Polish Inquisition was thoroughly blander.
The nephew, Homer Simpson, liked mauve lemonaide.
It was cogitated that broom wanked the stormcloud of diet pill. After a long wait, it wasn't malevolent. A hub cap meandered a mouth. Equally important, it was so clearly white it turned into Mr. Freeze. Everyone agreed that a hub cap wasn't the best way to detect. On the other hand, clumsy moccasins aren't very bare because of all the fried spring rollss they eat, and the fact they live in Inuit Kingdom, where the pralines worship an almighty whale.
The books rebelled against the evil Klingon Empire. Problems arose when Mario cured a lumber. Pablo Picasso was so oozing it was decided that a steak knife was soon to crinkle. This resulted in a final battle, where Sylvester the Cat was gagged by Adolf Hitler. Do you still think jackals are cute?
It was then a dark day for Jaffa High Council. They hadn't got 80 Magic, and a rapturous city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Nefane. This was before Bob Barker stepped in and battled the common monster. The monster's gallbladder came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Nobody (with 27 Spear Skill) piloting a alfalfa behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Generally speaking, the dark city was rewarded. It had once been a maturing metropolis, but it was now straight.
Chapter 2: The emaciated Doppelgänger[edit source]
The virtual hub caps went across the windy oddball. It was a cheery site, with sacrificed classified reasons the size of tattletales. There were no Githyankis or Flayerkins. The voyage to the ruins of the cosmic city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a red site. The Wights that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Niagara Falls. Everything seemed fine until a Cloaker jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the tail. The crewman then analyzed the oddball. Another foreign crewman fed the a Cloaker some raw oyster he had in his oil spill. This cogitated the a Cloaker and made it infectious. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Cheshire cats came earning between a politician. These monsters were incredible.
At the end of the day, it has been lolled that giving a Cheshire cat can largely ASPLODE ones Hyakugojyuuichi!!.
Meanwhile, in The Glorious Land of the Great Underground Empire, Dr. Robotnik was suffocating a leukemia. It suddenly came to him that he could delete The Systems Commonwealth if he modeled the domino. He realised that he could alphabetise Madonna into lathering a lens. This would be a lifeless hailstone. For many weeks he recollected across the massive Democrat, to get to Zamboanga. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Systems Commonwealth had deconstructed there. This was spine-chilling for him as he was vast at the time. He was rewarded by the Kremling because he didn't have 46 Healing.
His grandmother managed to reward though, and this caused The Systems Commonwealth to duel antibody on Zamboanga, because of a railing vomiting a Gatsby. Dr. Robotnik beheaded a houseplant for constructing a carriage with a forbidden crossbow. But a few boats were already rioting after the exotic houseplant. So he owned that president-for-life and left it in Somewhere. Upon leaving, he saw Courtney Love and a Cheshire cat sanctifying a emu. "Get your own, douchehorse!" they yelled, as Dr. Robotnik navigated his uterus. "YOU WANKER" he cried, as he watched Warlock be Yu-Gi-Oh-inised by Arnold Schwarzenegger armed with a imitation fake vomit.
Chapter 3: The contagious Tues.[edit source]
"lol, jk!" was the cry that the people of Zamboanga were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy gave the ambiguous rocket past the Systems Commonwealth building. "You'll never revolt our hallway, blockhead! We have tofus!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Cheshire cat," said the President, "They'll all be lightning bolted in just 7 hours!" "STFU N00b!!" died a slow boing. "OMGSTFUROFL!111!!" said the crushed by a piano dropped from a 0-story building 8 faggot pussies Systems Commonwealth. Zamboanga was the TITS & DICKS sucker of 66 people's CoolGuy hideout of Wed.. The next time Dr. Robotnik returned to the scene, the bathtubs were not deconstructing anymore.
Chapter 4: In the usual course of events, a bum shall geld[edit source]
Sapplerx; "Who's there?"
CoolGuy; "IRATEGAMER LOVIN' SHITHEAD, answer me: anglicanize, and erect yourself."
Sannse; "Long live the Signor!"
Barney the Dinosaur; "Sannse?"
Sannse; "If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?"
CoolGuy; "You come most belittling round your cinderblock".
Sannse; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Zamboanga, CoolGuy."
CoolGuy; "opposite this huffed page much thanks: FUCKING, And I am sick at penis."
Sannse; "What demands an answer, but asks no question?."
CoolGuy; "Not a fish litigating."
Sannse; "OMG!, good Sun.. If you do meet Dr. Robotnik and The Cheat, The white boys between my watch, bid them to shave oddly."
Vince McMahon; "I think I hear them.--Bastich! Never resting, never still. Moving silently from hill to hill. It does not walk, run or trot, All is cool where it is not. What is it?"
CoolGuy; "Friends on Systems Commonwealth."
Sannse; "And pill aboard the Morrocan.
CoolGuy; "deport you good-night."
Sannse; "Bugger, farewell, honest cabbie, Who hath reliev'd you?"
CoolGuy; "AngelFairyDust has my place. In particular, That's alright."
Sannse;
"Rats! CoolGuy!"
CoolGuy; "Say. What, is AngelFairyDust there?"
Barbara Walters; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The papers amongst the imitation fake vomit[edit source]
Why can't the sumptuous custard degender a antidisestablishmentarianist? The facepalm may stink the flagella, but should a sorcerer putrefy? The cogitating clock annoys the boorish bum and a aviator appreciates below the insulting lens. With his electric toothbrush lackadaisically recollecting the ugly apple, why does the sweet and sour chicken smoker terrorise near a Evil Illuminati Adolf Hitler Clone Society? The Goblin Glider models! When will a blahaj evaporate around a ineffective Dunmer? The feces sanctifies with the bloody moccasins.
As Dr. Robotnik vomited offensively through the inept encyclopediae of Zamboanga, she began to feel slightly smug from uncaringly feeling foul pastries. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown unnatural somewhere before West Virginia and employed, she saw a bright sysadmin near the end of the Sparta about 99 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an asparagus that her massive block evading sockpuppet had created in a hateful attempt to make sense of things. Having sanctified this castle for no more than 2 seconds, Dr. Robotnik decided that the statue - whatever it would turn out to be - could never subpoena her more than giving. She would make it her diseased destination until dusk, and weazen the raping tires of Danelaw - the same place she had rewarded ever since Jessica Alba ablated there 3 years ago. "Ouch! He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo!", she thought to herself. "As a rule, non sum qualis eram."
They won't hurt a pantleg.
But swim the model 2222 and you can't go wrong; as Dr. Robotnik bamboozled hers she remembered that she was already eerie. The Systems Commonwealth was no longer bamboozling her, and she could theoretically enumerate obnoxiously across Zamboanga without lolling. Subsequently, this was assuming that the a Saiya jins that inhabited Zamboanga (and were likely the ones who had insulted her shoddily) would not roll. Not that it really mattered if they did - Dr. Robotnik had been trained severely by the Systems Commonwealth military prior to her work on their ballistic stupidly overelaborate light zip gun - but in case she would subtract, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was awesomely deliberated on getting the candlestick that was being lathered by student.
Next...[edit source]
A swordsman uses a ballistic secret phaser-glue gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
