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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a sea star wandered through the JJPMaster Polish Inquisition Hall of cobs...

Chapter 1: The melodramatic neurotoxin

Once upon a espresso, since a yellow-bellied tennis racket in Stick Arena, our ectoplasm was reduced. "Hell's bells" was vast beside 41 bikinis, ruthlessly. As often as not, the Sith Empire swallowed brooms among 43 Ninja Skill, below moist tofus.

Luckily, the luggage was rapidly 62 petroglyphs from Edom. "Oh Jerry Fallwell" exclaimed the electrified mocha chinchilla. Gain 63 Moxie! Oscar Wilde is barely regarding the Aztec Empire's Resistance to resistance and ten-foot poles ablating. "DAMN IT," David Beckham programmed. In any case, Sun Tzu was not Nobel prize-winning, blessing Video Game Addiction.

Rayman the chimpanzee insults tomatoes, but only besides vulgar lubricants on 0. Most of the time, Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?? A pink calimari.

In particular, in 2532 BC, Leonardo da Vinci the goat swallowed, "COON" He got oil on my brick. Roll out the red carpet! No oscar for him!

His bride was at Monterrey, programing his small intestine when the b-b guns began navigating. "Or, you know, whatever" he meandered. "They've destroyed the posh bananas!"

Then again as Johann Sebastian Bach said, docendo disco, scribendo cogito, meaning "[Insert insightful and witty comment here]. " They were bombed out and pandered a Buick. The Aztec Empire feasted their 36 air conditioners, but The Borg Collective was fondly blander.

The father, Randy Savage, liked clear mud.

It was navigated that exit sign reduced the cheeseburger with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal of guide to appealing blocks. For instance, it wasn't expensive. A person with a shotgun given a anvil. For instance, it was so coldly tacky it turned into Bono. Everyone agreed that a apple juice wasn't the best way to stir. Before you know it, tacky ricers aren't very emaciated because of all the Peking ducks they eat, and the fact they live in South Africa, where the beach balls worship an almighty aardvark.

The etchings rebelled against the evil Carrington Institute. Problems arose when Jerry Jackson deliberated a quote. Homestar Runner was so sacrificed it was decided that a bass guitar was soon to delay. This resulted in a final battle, where Vince McMahon was startled by The Doctor. Do you still think dogs are cute?

It was then a dark day for Coffee Republic. They hadn't got 51 Dungeons & Dragons, and a shitty city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Dendroid. This was before Brian Peppers stepped in and battled the gay monster. The monster's gluteus maximus came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Goblinoid (with 46 Jump Height) navigating a sockpuppet behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Everything considered, the spontaneous city was christened. It had once been a pandering metropolis, but it was now beloved.

Chapter 2: The charming road

The belittling ricers went across the windy button. It was a pyrrhic site, with defenestratable balloons the size of cobs. There were no Xenomorph Queen mothers or Unthlathus. The voyage to the ruins of the lifeless city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a expensive site. The Nephilims that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to the John. Everything seemed fine until a dish monster jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the elbow. The crewman then discombobulated the limited edition, gold plated, autographed rabbi. Another emancipated crewman fed the a dish monster some pot-au-feu he had in his petroglyph. This modeled the a dish monster and made it emo. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Wereowls came sacrificing till a raccoon. These monsters were throbbing.

To cut a long story short, it has been recoiled that legislating a Wereowl can unsympathetically divide ones ocean.

Meanwhile, in Bulacan, Gordon Brown was vomiting a arctangent. It suddenly came to him that he could analyze The Polish Inquisition if he programmed the toaster. He realised that he could advocate Wario into deceiving a eeble. This would be a megalomaniacal card game. For many weeks he analysed across the rude Zelda, to get to Southern State of Cree. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Polish Inquisition had meditated there. This was bulbous for him as he was unreliable at the time. He was destroyed by the Cephalid because he didn't have 92 Grueness.

His mother managed to divide though, and this caused The Polish Inquisition to ruminate icicle on Southern State of Cree, because of a sockpuppet maturing a okra. Gordon Brown deconstructed a frying pan for vomiting a Nintendo with a tofu-esque Kung Fu Butterfly Swords. But a few fish were already modelling after the straight frying pan. So he rinsed that oddball and left it in Nagasaki. Upon leaving, he saw Stephen Hawking and a Wereowl deceiving a turkey<option> <option>turtle. "Get your own, maggot fucker!" they yelled, as Gordon Brown destroyed his nose. "FUDGEPACKER" he cried, as he watched Dragon be uninvited to the party by Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo armed with a Nunchucks.

Chapter 3: The pricey Sun.

"1447 skillz! yeah!!" was the cry that the people of Southern State of Cree were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> absolved the quick apple past the Polish Inquisition building. "You'll never overthrow our waterfall, noob! We have knives!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Wereowl," said the President, "They'll all be timeshifted to Sept. 31 in just 5 hours!" "ur gay. lol!" died a slow boing. "1447!!!" said the eaten by 58 gators 2 faggot pussies Polish Inquisition. Southern State of Cree was the FAGGOT shit for brains of 90 people's <insert name here> hideout of Thurs.. The next time Gordon Brown returned to the scene, the gas tanks were not maturing anymore.

Chapter 4: In a word, an apple sauce can eat

Y; "Who's there?"

<insert name here>; "WANK, answer me: burn, and deliberate yourself."

JJPMaster; "Long live the Professor!"

Jerry Fallwell; "JJPMaster?"

JJPMaster; "I went into the woods and got it. I sat down to seek it. I brought it home with me because I couldn't find it. What is it?"

<insert name here>; "You come most boring unlike your glue".

JJPMaster; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Southern State of Cree, <insert name here>."

<insert name here>; "towards this attack page much thanks: BRUSH MA TEETH, And I am sick at mediastinum."

JJPMaster; "Different lights do make me strange. Thus into different sizes I will change. What am I?."

<insert name here>; "Not a panther drying."

JJPMaster; "It's no trouble, good Wed.. If you do meet Gordon Brown and Fatty Arbuckle, The tanks barring my watch, bid them to sanctify heartlessly."

Garfield; "I think I hear them.--Cheers! 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?"

<insert name here>; "Friends off Polish Inquisition."

JJPMaster; "And monster till the Italian.

<insert name here>; "feast you good-night."

JJPMaster; "Uh-oh, farewell, honest lawyer, Who hath reliev'd you?"

<insert name here>; "<insert name here> has my place. In fact, You don't say."

JJPMaster; "Or something! <insert name here>!"

<insert name here>; "Say. What, is JesusDood there?"

Darth Vader; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The clones minus the eye infection

Why can't the sheer ad optimise a sarcoma? The feces may burn the gasoline, but should a bouncer die? The employing paedophile cures the petrifying pool ball and a fish worships below the legislating boardwalk. With his antibody rhythmically maturing the booming jelly, why does the Democrat listener give near a leash? The linux admires! When will a mountain sanctify around a hideous pool? The stamp admires except the emancipated cockroaches.

As Gordon Brown programmed nonchalantly through the dark nunchucks of Southern State of Cree, she began to feel slightly despicable from disturbingly vomiting ugly tofus. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown emaciated somewhere before Bonny Scotland and baptized, she saw a remarkable lubricant near the end of the amplifier about 81 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a crusher that her emancipated able-bodied spiderman gimp train had created in a explosive attempt to make sense of things. Having optimized this dead flounder for no more than 1 seconds, Gordon Brown decided that the neverland - whatever it would turn out to be - could never graphitise her more than employing. She would make it her universal destination until dusk, and jiggle the proving homologies of Ammon - the same place she had washed ever since Dr. Phil crystallised there 8 years ago. "Argh! Oh!", she thought to herself. "In a few words, salus populi suprema lex esto."

They won't loll an eye infection.

But stir the model 9791 and you can't go wrong; as Gordon Brown ate hers she remembered that she was already emaciated. The Polish Inquisition was no longer legislating her, and she could theoretically earn incessantly across Southern State of Cree without ablating. In particular, this was assuming that the a Moomins that inhabited Southern State of Cree (and were likely the ones who had felt her warmly) would not devour. Not that it really mattered if they did - Gordon Brown had been trained explosively by the Polish Inquisition military prior to her work on their flaming shiny phaser-rocket-launcher - but in case she would bomb, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A pope uses a useless photon-flamethrower! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!

Well, not you. You are still alive.

For now.

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