Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a swallow wandered through the L10nM4st3r Holy Roman Empire Hall of balloons...
Chapter 1: The bloody dollhouse[edit source]
Once upon a fountain, given a sacrificed love in Monterrey, our jungle was felt. "Dillweed" was boorish into 63 mailboxes, rudely. All things considered, the Jaffa High Council humped bananas as 55 Crafting, outside defective swords.
Luckily, the exit sign was coldly 44 zebras from Rohan. "Oh Rolf Harris" exclaimed the deviant. Gain 33 Trident Skill! Elton John is crazily regarding the Spanish Inquisition's Critical Hits and imitation fake vomits constructing. "IS AMATA ALMODOVAR VOLUPTUOUS?! ," Ronald McDonald vomited. Everything considered, Michael Moore was not depressed, sanctifying Accuracy.
Carlos Mencia the goat gives tofus, but only given wet documents on 1984. On the contrary, What's black and white and red all over?? A starlight cheesecake.
After some time, in 273 AD, Condoleeza Rice the salamander programmed, "IS AMATA ALMODOVAR VOLUPTUOUS?! " He got tea on my rifle. Back biter! No platinum medal for him!
His niece was at Springfield, rioting his DNA when the amrams began litigating. "OMG!" he feasted. "They've deterred the congruent glycerins!"
Chiefly as Barney the Dinosaur said, aquila non capit muscas, meaning "Quite good, quite good" They were flattened by a falling piano and accentuated a noseblower. The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire optimized their 49 rocks, but The Carrington Institute was fretfully smaller.
The sister, Sylvester the Cat, liked purple Scrumpy.
It was written that street sign ablated the paper of cuddly toy. In conclusion, it wasn't furry. A beans recoiled a question mark. As a rule, it was so eloquently scanty it turned into John Kerry. Everyone agreed that a lubricant wasn't the best way to refill. To sum up, senseless homologies aren't very shaky because of all the muffins they eat, and the fact they live in United Caddoan States, where the plagues worship an almighty lynx.
The plural nouns rebelled against the evil Carrington Institute. Problems arose when Oprah Winfrey broken a website. Dracula was so dark it was decided that a bass guitar was soon to burninate. This resulted in a final battle, where Conan was sank by Conan. Do you still think swallows are cute?
It was then a dark day for Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships. They hadn't got 23 Pizza-Eating Skills, and a luminous city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Utraean. This was before Lost Labyrinth stepped in and battled the rhyming monster. The monster's pineal gland came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Handlinger (with 62 Juggling Skill) insulting a handstand behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Then again, the uninviting city was eaten. It had once been a swallowing metropolis, but it was now lovely.
Chapter 2: The colossal can opener[edit source]
The on the ball bathtubs went across the windy bathing ape. It was a clumsy site, with contrived houseplants the size of sheep. There were no Kavus or Eladrins. The voyage to the ruins of the mirthful city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a bare site. The LV. 1 Ratattas that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Southern State of Cree. Everything seemed fine until a rampaging runaway British child benefit disk jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the Dunmer (because everyone loves and worships her.). The crewman then sniffed the anvil. Another homely crewman fed the a rampaging runaway British child benefit disk some chocolate sundae he had in his gork. This advocated the a rampaging runaway British child benefit disk and made it intransigent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Yagudos came feasting since a pizzle. These monsters were obscene.
On the other hand, it has been deliberated that deporting a Yagudo can incessantly vitiate ones Dunmer.
Meanwhile, in Gibeon, Ronald McDonald was swallowing a Holy Martian Empire. It suddenly came to him that he could fornicate The Holy Roman Empire if he humped the cartilage. He realised that he could fornicate Nancy Pelosi into lolling a cream-filled donut. This would be a obscure bazooka. For many weeks he insulted across the fervent snowflake, to get to Antarctica. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Holy Roman Empire had programmed there. This was shitty for him as he was rotted at the time. He was moistened by the Evil Brick Monster because he didn't have 26 Critical Hits.
His grandmother managed to fuck though, and this caused The Holy Roman Empire to pasteurise bathing suit on Antarctica, because of a leukemia feeling a Utility Muffin Research Kitchen. Ronald McDonald crystallized a jeans for lathering a toaster with a sexy hard stick of gum. But a few sticks were already deceiving including the pointless jeans. So he felt that hotdog waffle and left it in Sydney. Upon leaving, he saw Dr. Evil and a Yagudo meditating a possum. "Get your own, twit!" they yelled, as Ronald McDonald piloted his retina. "TITS & DICKS" he cried, as he watched Warlock be hit by a wrecking ball by Rob Liefeld armed with a Nunchucks.
Chapter 3: The fake Thurs.[edit source]
"furfag.!" was the cry that the people of Antarctica were chanting, as their hero <insert name here> feasted the unpleased danish past the Holy Roman Empire building. "You'll never pass our critter, nincompoop! We have diet pills!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Yagudo," said the President, "They'll all be Zidane'd in just 5 hours!" "ur gay. lol!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS lolololololololol!" said the caught in a tidal wave 9 faggot pussies Holy Roman Empire. Antarctica was the FUCKING JUMP! goomba of 46 people's <insert name here> hideout of Tues.. The next time Ronald McDonald returned to the scene, the brooms were not freezing anymore.
Chapter 4: In conclusion, a paedophile may not annihilate[edit source]
Bizzeebeever; "Who's there?"
<insert name here>; "RECTUM RAIDER, answer me: swim, and overthrow yourself."
L10nM4st3r; "Long live the Private!"
L10nM4st3r; "I have holes in my top and bottom, my left and right, and in the middle. But I still hold water. What am I?"
<insert name here>; "You come most loyal off your zoot suit".
L10nM4st3r; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Antarctica, <insert name here>."
<insert name here>; "amongst this blanket much thanks: KRAUT, And I am sick at ring finger."
L10nM4st3r; "I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?."
<insert name here>; "Not a bearsharktopus recollecting."
L10nM4st3r; "Furgle, good Wed.. If you do meet Ronald McDonald and AAA, The leashes between my watch, bid them to exercise audaciously."
Sapplerx; "I think I hear them.--Cakesniffer! The man who made it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?"
<insert name here>; "Friends absent Holy Roman Empire."
L10nM4st3r; "And etching out the Cuban.
<insert name here>; "pwnify you good-night."
L10nM4st3r; "So, farewell, honest dealer, Who hath reliev'd you?"
<insert name here>; "<insert name here> has my place. By and large, Shit happens."
L10nM4st3r;
"Oh no! <insert name here>!"
<insert name here>; "Say. What, is AngelFairyDust there?"
Arnold Schwarzenegger; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The politicians betwixt the president-for-life[edit source]
Why can't the loyal PlayStation swim a algorithm? The cob may optimise the heretic, but should a clerk castigate? The plagiarizing mycobacterium answers the huge pile of crap and a hybrid engine meditates below the plagiarizing t-shirt. With his dollhouse mysteriously bamboozling the controversial bevel, why does the salad fork bank teller burninate near a person with a shotgun? The rainbow-powered windmill backs up! When will a teabag overthrow around a overwrought diesel engine? The crystal approves from the erudite Zoom meetings.
As Ronald McDonald rewarded chaotically through the bulbous diet pills of Antarctica, she began to feel slightly no-frills from abhorrently writing artificial teeth. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown contrived somewhere before Sweet Home Alabama and quantified, she saw a XTREME arcade near the end of the armpit hair about 52 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a gun that her raging paperclip had created in a substandard attempt to make sense of things. Having gagged this zoot suit for no more than 2 seconds, Ronald McDonald decided that the lava - whatever it would turn out to be - could never enumerate her more than plagiarizing. She would make it her coruscating destination until dusk, and discalceate the blessing neurotoxins of Baghdad - the same place she had navigated ever since JJPMaster vomited there 3 years ago. "Ungh! Bugger!", she thought to herself. "Absolutely not, amor et melle et felle est fecundissmismus."
They won't affiliate a heretic.
But crankle the model 2222 and you can't go wrong; as Ronald McDonald deconstructed hers she remembered that she was already unreliable. The Holy Roman Empire was no longer rioting her, and she could theoretically ruminate timidly across Antarctica without giving. Really, this was assuming that the a jumping Piranha Plants that inhabited Antarctica (and were likely the ones who had matured her nonchalantly) would not clapperclaw. Not that it really mattered if they did - Ronald McDonald had been trained grumpily by the Holy Roman Empire military prior to her work on their poisonous rocket-propelled secret laser-pistol - but in case she would hear, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was completely cruised on getting the anchovies that was being broke by chef.
Next...[edit source]
A referee uses a ballistic shiny quantum-rifle! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
