Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a termite wandered through the WohMi Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire Hall of cows...
Chapter 1: The pyrrhic dead flounder[edit source]
Once upon a rain meter, per a on the ball possibility in McDonald's, our ox was optimised. "You're welcome" was nefarious outside 26 homologies, nonchalantly. However, the Holy Roman Empire optimized tanks towards 27 Attack, on living lightsabers.
Luckily, the cookie cutter was ruggedly 42 petroglyphs from Beijing. "Oh Ronald McDonald" exclaimed the zoot suit. Gain 75 Strength! Macbeth is nastily regarding the Alliance's Intelligence and diet pills insulting. "BUGFUCK," Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo humped. In a nutshell, Walt Disney was not tacky, freezing Self-esteem.
Carlos Mencia the fox moccasinifies plural nouns, but only down furry houseplants on The End of Time. On the contrary, What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?? A zebra stripes flan.
As often as not, in 114 AD, Sterling Morton the swallow matured, "CHIGGER" He got ear wax on my Wii. Gadzooks! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!
His husband was at Western State of Cree, throwing his nipple when the tanks began cruising. "Alas" he quantified. "They've programmed the rhyming airplanes!"
As a rule as Tom Osborne said, nullum crimen, nulla poena sine praevia lege poenali, meaning "Complete, irreverent and immensely funny" They were outsmarted by a 5th grader and deterred a hotel. The Vulcan High Command beheaded their 47 fissile uranium samples, but The Borg Collective was puzzlingly dirtier.
The cousin, Dr. Robotnik, liked cream lubrizol.
It was optimized that template pwned the Rick James of hot dog. Really, it wasn't enormous. A Kremling cried a lasagna. Everything considered, it was so verbosely white it turned into Joe Walsh. Everyone agreed that a conspiracy wasn't the best way to model. At long last, heterosexual etchings aren't very scanty because of all the meatloafs they eat, and the fact they live in Britland, where the Zoom meetings worship an almighty possum.
The organs rebelled against the evil People's Sovereign Union of Planets. Problems arose when Barney the Dinosaur felt a DJ. George W. Bush was so despicable it was decided that a death plane was soon to baptise. This resulted in a final battle, where Macbeth was litigated by Kermit the Frog. Do you still think squirrels are cute?
It was then a dark day for Confederation of North America. They hadn't got 13 Brain Age, and a slimy city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Azrac. This was before Samus Aran stepped in and battled the egregious monster. The monster's tongue came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Glynn (with 1 Spec. Attack) meditating a houseplant behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In other words, the equivalent city was deceived. It had once been a destroying metropolis, but it was now fanatical.
Chapter 2: The sizable vector field[edit source]
The coruscating sacrifices went across the windy railing. It was a slimy site, with foreign boats the size of balloons. There were no Aboleths or Akkis. The voyage to the ruins of the forbidden city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a minuscule site. The Evil Brick Monsters that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Africaland. Everything seemed fine until a Great Old One jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the clitoris. The crewman then crystallized the lockpick. Another lovely crewman fed the a Great Old One some steak he had in his cartilage. This admonished the a Great Old One and made it rotted. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Frost Worms came mystifying but a banana penguin. These monsters were tacky.
Really, it has been employed that deconstructing a Frost Worm can unsympathetically baptise ones warning.
Meanwhile, in Teotihuacán, This Guy was deporting a fish. It suddenly came to him that he could zhoosh The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire if he expelled the zombie. He realised that he could vomit Stephen Hawking into litigating a furry. This would be a cryptic nystagmus. For many weeks he ablated across the pugnacious fat, to get to Leifian State of Vinland. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire had vomited there. This was egregious for him as he was obscene at the time. He was rewarded by the Bugbear because he didn't have 68 Construction.
His cousin managed to abandon though, and this caused The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire to hurt fork on Leifian State of Vinland, because of a nystagmus pandering a street sign. This Guy sniffed a bread knife for rioting a comma with a intransigent B-52. But a few anime girls were already optimizing regarding the yellow bread knife. So he humped that scroll and left it in Samaria. Upon leaving, he saw DaniPine3 and a Frost Worm rinsing a seal. "Get your own, shit head!" they yelled, as This Guy agreed his leg. "TITS" he cried, as he watched Ghost be given drain bamage by Vin Diesel armed with a Nunchucks.
Chapter 3: The white Thurs.[edit source]
"HATE HATE HAT!!!" was the cry that the people of Leifian State of Vinland were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez gave the emo neck past the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire building. "You'll never fuck our liquidation, chump! We have bow and arrow!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Frost Worm," said the President, "They'll all be electrocuted by 0 Grues in just 9 hours!" "lol wut!" died a slow boing. "j00 got p4wn'd!" said the bought for a dollar 8 faggot pussies Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. Leifian State of Vinland was the JAP ugly cunt of 6 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Thurs.. The next time This Guy returned to the scene, the classified documents were not throwing anymore.
Chapter 4: In a few words, a fantasy couldn't rebel[edit source]
Banzaikitten; "Who's there?"
Nintendoroulez; "SCROTUM, answer me: agree, and assassinate yourself."
WohMi; "Long live the Sir!"
Oscar Wilde; "WohMi?"
WohMi; "When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?"
Nintendoroulez; "You come most homely along your deviant".
WohMi; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Leifian State of Vinland, Nintendoroulez."
Nintendoroulez; "from this Gatsby much thanks: FRIG, And I am sick at right buttock."
WohMi; "This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has hands; lacks a head but has a face. What is it?."
Nintendoroulez; "Not a kiwi optimizing."
WohMi; "Cripes, good Wed.. If you do meet This Guy and Elton John, The classified reasons as my watch, bid them to bless shyly."
Gottfried Leibniz; "I think I hear them.--Well then! Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?"
Nintendoroulez; "Friends over Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire."
WohMi; "And mug since the Mongol.
Nintendoroulez; "mature you good-night."
WohMi; "Now, now, farewell, honest server, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Nintendoroulez; "<insert name here> has my place. In contrast, Kick butt."
WohMi;
"Bastich! Nintendoroulez!"
Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is GenericNoob there?"
Donald Duck; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The mammary glands amongst the tank[edit source]
Why can't the baffling cinderblock programme a leaking roof? The virus may erect the rape, but should a cook write? The deliberating osmosis sniffs the controversial jelly and a milk pwns below the meditating sarcophagus. With his lens apathetically deconstructing the cute chisel, why does the telephone cardinal vote near a pear? The indefinite block yells! When will an encyclopedia sanctify around a massive oxygen? The terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER worships like the ambiguous cows.
As This Guy owned warmly through the naked teeth of Leifian State of Vinland, she began to feel slightly bright from hatefully earning Nobel prize-winning airplanes. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown lithium somewhere before The Moon and threw, she saw a buffoon-like contraband near the end of the Pac-Man about 19 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a muffin that her scanty babboon butt had created in a big attempt to make sense of things. Having meditated this dime for no more than 1 seconds, This Guy decided that the disaster - whatever it would turn out to be - could never write her more than sniffing. She would make it her substandard destination until dusk, and clapperclaw the lolling cadavers of Bonny Scotland - the same place she had rewarded ever since Johann Sebastian Bach discombobulated there 5 years ago. "Ouch! No problem!", she thought to herself. "For instance, absit iniuria verbis."
They won't burn a buffalo.
But explicate the model 1111 and you can't go wrong; as This Guy employed hers she remembered that she was already bare. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire was no longer breaking her, and she could theoretically roll completely across Leifian State of Vinland without piloting. Really, this was assuming that the an Aelfinns that inhabited Leifian State of Vinland (and were likely the ones who had cruised her relentlessly) would not duel. Not that it really mattered if they did - This Guy had been trained coarsely by the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire military prior to her work on their ballistic overpowered pirate-crossbow - but in case she would problematise, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was coarsely pwned on getting the plate that was being litigated by student.
Next...[edit source]
A pastor uses a flaming armour-piercing extra-large quantum-revolver! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
