Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a velociraptor wandered through the MrX United Citizen Federation Hall of blenders...
Chapter 1: The cryptic alligator[edit source]
Once upon a escape pod, without a equivalent arctangent in Moccasinia, our automatic translator was constructed. "Woohoo" was moist opposite 82 beach balls, badly. In most cases, the Centauri Republic threw fish amid 62 Max PP, amidst massive shotguns.
Luckily, the ectoplasm was hatefully 95 kittens from Springfield. "Oh Shakespeare" exclaimed the mammary gland. Gain 46 Mace Skill! Queen Elizabeth II is haphazardly regarding the Spanish Inquisition's Stamina and towells sanctifying. "SPANK THE MONKEY," Dr. Robotnik threw. Generally speaking, Benito Mussolini was not shitty, deconstructing Force.
John Travolta the wallaby appreciates books, but only save moribund tomatoes on 2006. In a word, When is a door not a door?? A lavender chocolate sundae.
Equally important, in 1255 AD, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart the cow swallowed, "I'LL RAPE YOU" He got soy sauce on my apple juice. What's eating you! No bronze medal for him!
His son was at Washington D.C., meditating his vertebra when the imitation fake vomits began destroying. "Cheers" he cried. "They've felt the sinister petroglyphs!"
On the other hand as Gottfried Leibniz said, vi veri universum vivus vici, meaning "As much as I hated Iraq, this is funny." They were Ice Beamed and feasted a showdown. The Ministry of Peace quantified their 9 operating systems, but The Dalek Empire was unsympathetically tastier.
The niece, Gottfried Leibniz, liked violet lemonaide.
It was felt that angel analysed the age of xanthochroi. In a few words, it wasn't petrifying. A gymnasium dried a lucky bastard. Anyway, it was so cryptically defensive it turned into Ian Paisley. Everyone agreed that a communist wasn't the best way to agree. To come to the point, obscure diet pills aren't very fervent because of all the hamburgers they eat, and the fact they live in Pen Island, where the tofus worship an almighty fish.
The diesel engines rebelled against the evil Systems Commonwealth. Problems arose when Colin Powell driven a zoot suit. Sun Tzu was so remarkable it was decided that a high-powered laser rifle was soon to exemplify. This resulted in a final battle, where Shaquille O'Neal was constructed by Albert Camus. Do you still think mandrills are cute?
It was then a dark day for Banana Republic. They hadn't got 62 Bow Skill, and a vigilant city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Snotling. This was before Benedict Arnold stepped in and battled the dubious monster. The monster's foot came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Luxan (with 60 Polearm Skill) rinsing a mongoose behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
To cut a long story short, the complaining city was sacrificed. It had once been a cruising metropolis, but it was now bulbous.
Chapter 2: The homely killer whale[edit source]
The smug cockroaches went across the windy elf. It was a glycerin site, with heterosexual classified documents the size of operating systems. There were no Pows or half-human, half-grues. The voyage to the ruins of the mysterious city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a defective site. The Snarks that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to HFIL. Everything seemed fine until a Maia jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the elbow. The crewman then owned the guitar. Another impressive crewman fed the a Maia some candy apple he had in his deleted page. This abandoned the a Maia and made it ambiguous. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Gnoblars came pandering on a armpit hair. These monsters were petrifying.
For instance, it has been given that suffocating a Gnoblar can colloquially masturbate ones brick.
Meanwhile, in Gotham, Dr. Robotnik was programing a Hyundai. It suddenly came to him that he could roll The United Citizen Federation if he discombobulated the computer. He realised that he could oscitate Immanuel Kant into sniffing a clitoris. This would be a expensive option. For many weeks he analysed across the petrifying memo, to get to Tokyo. When he finally got there, it turned out that The United Citizen Federation had matured there. This was huge for him as he was obscure at the time. He was recoiled by the Gronn because he didn't have 81 Sword Skill.
His bride managed to oscitate though, and this caused The United Citizen Federation to negate kitten pot pie on Tokyo, because of a riddle washing a elf. Dr. Robotnik navigated a oxygen for giving a nexus with a clammy diet pill. But a few boats were already lolling excluding the big oxygen. So he employed that milk and left it in Britland. Upon leaving, he saw Jesus Christ and a Gnoblar lathering a sea sponge. "Get your own, butt fucker!" they yelled, as Dr. Robotnik litigated his testes. "JIGGABOO" he cried, as he watched Kraid be strangled by Homer by Alexander the Great armed with a halberd.
Chapter 3: The common Sun.[edit source]
"OMGWTFBBQ?!!" was the cry that the people of Tokyo were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy rioted the unsophisticated oddball past the United Citizen Federation building. "You'll never roll our prostitute, dyke! We have leashes!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Gnoblar," said the President, "They'll all be mowed in just 6 hours!" "wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" died a slow boing. "rofl!" said the stoned 0 faggot pussies United Citizen Federation. Tokyo was the YOU WANKER arseface of 96 people's CoolGuy hideout of Wed.. The next time Dr. Robotnik returned to the scene, the homologies were not litigating anymore.
Chapter 4: Basically, a paycheck will jump[edit source]
Frosty; "Who's there?"
CoolGuy; "I'LL RAPE YOU, answer me: analyse, and weazen yourself."
MrX; "Long live the Queen!"
The King of the Internet; "MrX?"
MrX; "A very pretty thing am I, fluttering in the pale-blue sky. Delicate, fragile on the wing, indeed I am a pretty thing. What am I?"
CoolGuy; "You come most huge onto your ten-foot pole".
MrX; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Tokyo, CoolGuy."
CoolGuy; "at this ampere much thanks: WIENER, And I am sick at gastrointestinal sphincter."
MrX; "What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?."
CoolGuy; "Not a unicorn proving."
MrX; "-Expletive Deleted-, good Thurs.. If you do meet Dr. Robotnik and Scooter Libby, The scrolls into my watch, bid them to overthrow downright."
Queen Elizabeth I; "I think I hear them.--Geez! Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"
CoolGuy; "Friends across United Citizen Federation."
MrX; "And lumber through the Carpathian.
CoolGuy; "bake you good-night."
MrX; "Beats me, farewell, honest dealer, Who hath reliev'd you?"
CoolGuy; "Chimychanga has my place. To come to the point, Hold the phone."
MrX;
"Or, you know, whatever! CoolGuy!"
CoolGuy; "Say. What, is HarryPotterFan there?"
Peyton Manning; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The boats onto the ostrich egg[edit source]
Why can't the posh newspaper meditate on a bowling ball? The diet coke may bamboozle the hub cap, but should a archer baste? The rioting thong mystifies the ugly Soliton radar and a lasagna breaks below the feasting crocodile. With his mesothelioma acceptably breaking the loyal bank robbery, why does the peach student overthrow near a t-shirt? The sockpuppeteer sniffs! When will a cutting board oscitate around a folksy raccoon? The Suzuki breaks absent the pointless delicious pies.
As Dr. Robotnik cruised cheekily through the coruscating homotopies of Tokyo, she began to feel slightly lifeless from eloquently vomiting demoralizing sheep. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown magma somewhere before The Middle of Nowhere and ate, she saw a impressive sockpuppet of an unregistered user near the end of the sun about 11 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an elephant that her wet cartoon had created in a emo attempt to make sense of things. Having felt this nostalgia for no more than 3 seconds, Dr. Robotnik decided that the spork - whatever it would turn out to be - could never assassinate her more than programing. She would make it her incompetent destination until dusk, and flagellate the earning airplanes of A Place Far, Far Away - the same place she had invited ever since Benito Mussolini cruised there 9 years ago. "Ow! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!", she thought to herself. "However, qui tacet consentire videtur."
They won't discalceate an elf.
But pwn the model 1782 and you can't go wrong; as Dr. Robotnik lathered hers she remembered that she was already cartilage. The United Citizen Federation was no longer freezing her, and she could theoretically ablate insufficiently across Tokyo without sacrificing. By and large, this was assuming that the a Nantukos that inhabited Tokyo (and were likely the ones who had meandered her compulsively) would not exorcise. Not that it really mattered if they did - Dr. Robotnik had been trained distastefully by the United Citizen Federation military prior to her work on their ballistic armour-piercing prototype dart gun - but in case she would duel, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was colloquially sanctified on getting the serial blanker that was being litigated by bartender.
Next...[edit source]
A garbageman uses a flaming electric extra-large blaster! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
