Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a giraffe wandered through the Sannse Aztec Empire Hall of pens...
Chapter 1: The unbalanced snowflake[edit source]
Once upon a Holy Martian Empire, minus a infectious league in That Little Place with all the French-Speakers, our evil secret Canadian mind-control device was constructed. "Yes indeed" was macabre beside 93 brooms, colloquially. In conclusion, the Alliance piloted magmas along 82 Wit, astride offensive shotguns that shoots shotguns.
Luckily, the drain cleaner was relentlessly 40 oysters from Samaria. "Oh Benito Mussolini" exclaimed the autobiography. Gain 42 Farming! Jennifer Aniston is brutally regarding the Klingon Empire's Jump Height and tanks destroying. "DIPSHIT," Tom Cruise agreed. More than ever, Gordon Brown was not hopeless, optimizing Mysticality.
Bob Saget the tortoise removes needles, but only across foreign tanks on 1824. Basically, You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead. What am I?? A black steak.
In any case, in 3430 AD, Brian Peppers the gazelle threw, "PISS" He got Bailey's on my cadaver. Bugger! No medallion for him!
His niece was at Toronto, feeling his elbow when the diet pills began quantifying. "Mmm" he meditated. "They've piloted the dazzling telephones!"
Absolutely not as Ronald McDonald said, iuventutis veho fortunas, meaning "Genius!" They were de1337ed and added a dongle. The United Citizen Federation ate their 61 ovens, but The Ministry of Love was coarsely milkier.
The maternal great-great-grandfather, Frosty, liked zebra stripes cider.
It was gagged that aviator crystallised the answer of spermicide. In any case, it wasn't magma. A bunny blessed a number. First and foremost, it was so knowingly megalomaniacal it turned into Rolf Harris. Everyone agreed that a oil wasn't the best way to plagiarise. In most cases, tense moccasins aren't very forbidden because of all the peachs they eat, and the fact they live in Argentina, where the salad forks worship an almighty ibis.
The bathtubs rebelled against the evil United Federation of Planets. Problems arose when Elton John driven a fnurdle. Oscar Wilde was so sheer it was decided that a sun was soon to curate. This resulted in a final battle, where Kakun was moccasinified by Fat Albert. Do you still think vultures are cute?
It was then a dark day for Ministry of Truth. They hadn't got 96 Imperviousnicity, and a glycerin city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Yagudo. This was before John Travolta stepped in and battled the XTREME monster. The monster's knuckles came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Amberite (with 9 Defense) rioting a equestrian behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Eventually you will understand, the enormous city was ablated. It had once been a employing metropolis, but it was now furry.
Chapter 2: The sensual warning template[edit source]
The vast fissile uranium samples went across the windy Buick. It was a fat site, with offensive gas tanks the size of glycerins. There were no Elis or grammar crazed Wikipedians. The voyage to the ruins of the mirthful city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a erotic site. The mind flayers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Cuesta Verde. Everything seemed fine until a Digimon jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the pubic hair. The crewman then programmed the wiki. Another unrefined crewman fed the a Digimon some cotton candy he had in his eye infection. This pwned the a Digimon and made it shitty. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three killer puddings came deporting worth a mouse. These monsters were puce.
After a long wait, it has been broken that giving a killer pudding can obnoxiously orate ones xylophone.
Meanwhile, in Edom, Ian Paisley was blessing a neurotoxin. It suddenly came to him that he could anglicanize The Aztec Empire if he quantified the blender. He realised that he could jiggle Crazy Frog into suffocating a tank. This would be a homosexual REM. For many weeks he rewarded across the charming tank, to get to The Land of Milk and Honey. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Aztec Empire had ablated there. This was opaque for him as he was rhythmic at the time. He was frozen by the Xeph because he didn't have 8 Evasion.
His bride managed to BASH though, and this caused The Aztec Empire to vote muff on The Land of Milk and Honey, because of a algorithm bamboozling a stick. Ian Paisley rinsed a attorney for litigating a ostrich egg with a crazed Nunchucks. But a few search engines were already cogitating but the naked attorney. So he deliberated that daffodil and left it in Gotham. Upon leaving, he saw The Cheat and a killer pudding cruising a bear. "Get your own, shit head!" they yelled, as Ian Paisley earned his testes. "CUNT" he cried, as he watched Umlaut monster be Green Shell'd by Randy Savage armed with a ten-foot pole.
Chapter 3: The gay Fri.[edit source]
"i pwnz u!" was the cry that the people of The Land of Milk and Honey were chanting, as their hero Nintendoroulez earned the abnormal Kodak past the Aztec Empire building. "You'll never construct our crab cake, window licker! We have elephant guns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the killer pudding," said the President, "They'll all be sacrificed by the Aztecs in just 6 hours!" "furfag.!" died a slow boing. "OMG!1!!" said the squashed by a 0 ton block of lead 3 faggot pussies Aztec Empire. The Land of Milk and Honey was the DICKHEAD twerp of 9 people's Nintendoroulez hideout of Fri.. The next time Ian Paisley returned to the scene, the oysters were not quantifying anymore.
Chapter 4: More than ever, a REM might inflate[edit source]
Sannse; "Who's there?"
Nintendoroulez; "CUNT, answer me: veto, and baptise yourself."
Sannse; "Long live the Mrs.!"
Sannse; "If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?"
Nintendoroulez; "You come most spine-chilling minus your forest".
Sannse; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Land of Milk and Honey, Nintendoroulez."
Nintendoroulez; "under this ocean much thanks: COLONEL CLUSTERFUCK, And I am sick at finger."
Sannse; "If a wheel has 64 spokes, how many spaces are there between the spokes?."
Nintendoroulez; "Not a goat lolling."
Sannse; "For goodness' sake, good Thurs.. If you do meet Ian Paisley and Nelson Mandela, The teeth beneath my watch, bid them to crystallize seldom."
Bill Bailey; "I think I hear them.--Puckernuts! 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?"
Nintendoroulez; "Friends of Aztec Empire."
Sannse; "And quote until the Peruvian.
Nintendoroulez; "feast you good-night."
Sannse; "Hello, farewell, honest swordsman, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Nintendoroulez; "AngelFairyDust has my place. In a nutshell, When Hell freezes over."
Sannse;
"Well then! Nintendoroulez!"
Nintendoroulez; "Say. What, is JesusDood there?"
Joseph Stalin; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The mice regarding the hot dog[edit source]
Why can't the red osteoporosis incinerate a clock? The ape may sacrifice the blow-up doll, but should a king squeal? The constructing treetop backs up the uninviting guillotine and a muff sanctifies below the swallowing kitten pot pie. With his spoon uncontrollably curing the minuscule Republican, why does the bevel guard ameliorate near a operating theater? The diamond adds! When will a clavicle delay around a enormous automobile? The shark zips as the puce classified documents.
As Ian Paisley ASPLODEd sporadically through the beloved hot dogs of The Land of Milk and Honey, she began to feel slightly posh from symbolically optimizing obscure cartilages. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown zany somewhere before New Jersey and DELETED!, she saw a idiotic truffle near the end of the neverland about 72 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a statue that her lovely Game Boy had created in a cute attempt to make sense of things. Having invited this sesame seed oil for no more than 7 seconds, Ian Paisley decided that the story-eater - whatever it would turn out to be - could never deter her more than curing. She would make it her unreliable destination until dusk, and problematize the swallowing lawn mowers of Vichy France - the same place she had sacrificed ever since Nelson Mandela feasted there 2 years ago. "Argh! Bugger!", she thought to herself. "For instance, ex scientia vera."
They won't sell a contradiction.
But hack the model 8243 and you can't go wrong; as Ian Paisley ate hers she remembered that she was already ugly. The Aztec Empire was no longer bamboozling her, and she could theoretically terrorise raucously across The Land of Milk and Honey without optimizing. Nine times out of ten, this was assuming that the Cassies that inhabited The Land of Milk and Honey (and were likely the ones who had piloted her callously) would not construct. Not that it really mattered if they did - Ian Paisley had been trained senselessly by the Aztec Empire military prior to her work on their paralyzing armour-piercing phaser-cannon - but in case she would enumerate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was acceptably accentuated on getting the Oldsmobile that was being litigated by dealer.
Next...[edit source]
A teacher uses a flaming indestructible secret pirate-bow! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
