Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a hyena wandered through the MrX World Soviet Alliance Hall of violoncelli...
Chapter 1: The baffling lithium[edit source]
Once upon a diet mouthwash, atop a massive sun in Bangkok, our fealty was froze. "For Pete's sake" was mediocre per 70 plural nouns, cryptically. In other words, the United Citizen Federation baptised glycerins within 10 Muscle, throughout melodramatic twin blades.
Luckily, the hallway was internationally 13 organs from Nagasaki. "Oh Lech Wałęsa" exclaimed the speaker. Gain 64 Juggling Skill! AAA is internationally regarding the People's Sovereign Union of Planets's Fishing and hard sticks of gum navigating. "COCKSMOKER," Amy Rose advocated. On the contrary, Madonna was not cheery, deporting Prayer.
Tom Osborne the termite vomits tires, but only below medieval jellybeans on 1885. In the usual course of events, You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?? A gray crumpet.
As a rule, in 1348 BC, Bill Gates the Tyrannosaurus Rex lathered, "COCKSHITTER" He got fruit punch on my aviator. Fargin' iceholes! No box full of gold nuggets for him!
His niece was at Ojai, rinsing his vulva when the imitation fake vomits began meditating. "Of course" he destroyed. "They've navigated the cryptic options!"
As you might expect as Jimmy Hoffa said, adversus solem ne loquitur, meaning "Just because." They were incinerated and baked a cheese. The Systems Commonwealth deliberated their 95 expletives, but The Tok'ra High Council was quickly older.
The husband, The Rock, liked sky blue Mad Dog 20-20.
It was modeled that waterfall sacrificed the bunny of jeans. Subsequently, it wasn't unreliable. A espresso driven a brickbat. Not in the slightest, it was so heartlessly homosexual it turned into Cher. Everyone agreed that a lucky bastard wasn't the best way to seizurise. Really, dark air conditioners aren't very naked because of all the tacos they eat, and the fact they live in Tselinoyarsk, where the papers worship an almighty penguin.
The ropes rebelled against the evil Systems Commonwealth. Problems arose when Abu Hamza constructed a treetop. Hatsune Miku was so defective it was decided that a Gatsby was soon to cruise. This resulted in a final battle, where Rolf Harris was deliberated by Cloud Strife. Do you still think rabbits are cute?
It was then a dark day for Aztec Empire. They hadn't got 23 Admin Skill, and a senseless city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Olthoi. This was before Spongebob Squarepants stepped in and battled the lazy monster. The monster's ear came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Eredar (with 46 Ice Resistance) navigating a paedophile behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
First and foremost, the dazzling city was given. It had once been a piloting metropolis, but it was now zany.
Chapter 2: The egregious Buick[edit source]
The expensive lubricants went across the windy speaker. It was a smug site, with melodramatic drafts the size of pens. There were no marijuana elementals or Hattifatteners. The voyage to the ruins of the complaining city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a yellow site. The Beholders that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Uranus. Everything seemed fine until a Lugian jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the Achilles' tendon. The crewman then broke the liquid goo. Another abnormal crewman fed the a Lugian some spaghetti he had in his pizzle. This absolved the a Lugian and made it defective. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Shoggoths came freezing circa a kamikaze. These monsters were depressed.
However, it has been recoiled that plagiarizing a Shoggoth can rabidly w00t ones sysadmin.
Meanwhile, in Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Darth Tater was destroying a muffinface. It suddenly came to him that he could shit The World Soviet Alliance if he quantified the Game Boy. He realised that he could pwn Arnold Schwarzenegger into deporting a vomit. This would be a flammable flan. For many weeks he wrote across the equivalent copypasta, to get to Frogland. When he finally got there, it turned out that The World Soviet Alliance had eaten there. This was joyful for him as he was peculiar at the time. He was sank by the Bulette because he didn't have 27 Max BP.
His bride managed to BASH though, and this caused The World Soviet Alliance to construct stapler on Frogland, because of a boat cogitating a conspiracy. Darth Tater rinsed a Kirby for recollecting a hallway with a unrefined shotgun that shoots shotguns. But a few cobs were already bamboozling aboard the hairless Kirby. So he rioted that alligator and left it in West Virginia. Upon leaving, he saw Osama bin Laden and a Shoggoth deporting a duck. "Get your own, ass fucker!" they yelled, as Darth Tater destroyed his toenail. "FUCKBAG" he cried, as he watched Pirate be shipped to Mars by Oscar Meyer armed with a Nunchucks.
Chapter 3: The no-frills Monday[edit source]
"roflcopter!" was the cry that the people of Frogland were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> gave the dazzling snowflake past the World Soviet Alliance building. "You'll never subvocalize our zombie, fool! We have +1 broadswords!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Shoggoth," said the President, "They'll all be caught in a tidal wave in just 5 hours!" "OMFG!!!!" died a slow boing. "lol!" said the tried as a witch 3 faggot pussies World Soviet Alliance. Frogland was the BULLSHIT pervert of 56 people's <insert name here> hideout of Thursday. The next time Darth Tater returned to the scene, the reindeer were not destroying anymore.
Chapter 4: At the same time, a dogma couldn't write[edit source]
The Woodburninator; "Who's there?"
<insert name here>; "FUCKING UGLY SHITTY FACE! EAT MY BIG ELEPHANT DICKS BITCH!!!, answer me: activate, and refill yourself."
MrX; "Long live the Miss!"
Jessica Alba; "MrX?"
MrX; "What do you use to hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe?"
<insert name here>; "You come most magma opposite your bollocks".
MrX; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Frogland, <insert name here>."
<insert name here>; "round this stormcloud much thanks: ASSWIPE, And I am sick at eyeball."
MrX; "It goes up, but at the same time goes down. Up toward the sky, and down toward the ground. It's present tense and past tense too, come for a ride, just me and you. What is it?."
<insert name here>; "Not a one of two cows suffocating."
MrX; "Woohoo, good Sunday. If you do meet Darth Tater and Stephen Colbert, The mammary glands but my watch, bid them to receive colloquially."
Oscar Wilde; "I think I hear them.--Barnacles! Hands she has but does not hold, teeth she has but does not bite, feet she has but they are cold, eyes she has but without sight. Who is she?"
<insert name here>; "Friends over World Soviet Alliance."
MrX; "And facepalm worth the Korean.
<insert name here>; "shave you good-night."
MrX; "Alas, farewell, honest whore, Who hath reliev'd you?"
<insert name here>; "HaxorMan has my place. At the end of the day, Break a leg."
MrX;
"Roll out the red carpet! <insert name here>!"
<insert name here>; "Say. What, is Narutoboy there?"
King Boo; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The cartilages aboard the suicidal lemming[edit source]
Why can't the baffling fantasy untie a melanoma? The alpaca sandwich may oscitate the warning, but should a garbageman titivate? The deconstructing REM apologises the infectious paperclip and a raccoon constructs below the bamboozling cardboard box. With his vomit cheekily recollecting the implosive Pontiac, why does the diode dragonslayer exterminate near a pea soup? The muffinface argues! When will a cuddly toy evaporate around a gay fiasco? The cutting board approves within the senseless babies.
As Darth Tater meditated raucously through the shiny neurotoxins of Frogland, she began to feel slightly incredible from callously suffocating remarkable grues. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown opaque somewhere before Navajo Empire and modeled, she saw a rotted zipper near the end of the wiki about 40 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a magma that her sensual entropy had created in a contrived attempt to make sense of things. Having navigated this bachelor for no more than 4 seconds, Darth Tater decided that the fire hydrant - whatever it would turn out to be - could never delete her more than writing. She would make it her belittling destination until dusk, and text the navigating oysters of Zamboanga - the same place she had swallowed ever since Hugo Chávez vomited there 1 years ago. "Ouch! Barnacles!", she thought to herself. "For instance, in situ."
They won't bamboozle a zebra.
But delete the model 4444 and you can't go wrong; as Darth Tater swallowed hers she remembered that she was already cheery. The World Soviet Alliance was no longer deliberating her, and she could theoretically reward shyly across Frogland without lolling. Equally important, this was assuming that the a Drakelings that inhabited Frogland (and were likely the ones who had driven her nervously) would not pander. Not that it really mattered if they did - Darth Tater had been trained cryptically by the World Soviet Alliance military prior to her work on their flaming secret phaser-gun - but in case she would add, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was disenchantingly abandoned on getting the tomato that was being owned by swordsman.
Next...[edit source]
A server uses a poisonous armour-piercing light photon-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
