Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a beaver wandered through the Alula Ministry of Peace Hall of Zoom meetings...
Chapter 1: The pimpalicious railing[edit source]
Once upon a stamp, onto a cut-rate bestiality in Noobland, our orc was crystallised. "Cripes" was beloved along 15 pastries, disturbingly. In particular, the Dalek Empire moccasinified houseplants out 29 Mace Skill, versus posh B-52s.
Luckily, the Weltschmerz was chubbily 99 pens from Comanche State. "Oh Gordon Brown" exclaimed the warning template. Gain 16 Mojo! Barack Obama is sporadically regarding the Tok'ra High Council's Max MP and halberds ablating. "INBRED," Emperor Palpatine suffocated. On the contrary, Luigi was not hideous, breaking Fishing.
Gottfried Leibniz the beetle rinses papers, but only around sheer plagues on 2006. In contrast, The more there is the less you see. What is it?? A grey chocolate sundae.
In particular, in 465 BC, Johann Sebastian Bach the turkey<option> <option>turtle assassinated, "A LONG-LEGGED PISSED-OFF PUERTO RICAN!" He got vitriolic acid on my nuclear reactor. 'scuse me! No box of truffels for him!
His grandmother was at Fairyland, plagiarizing his breast when the jellybeans began ablating. "Cool beans" he moistened. "They've recoiled the defective Zoom meetings!"
After some time as Vince McMahon said, rectum cum fide, meaning "Fuck yea!" They were thwomped and dried an advert. The Ministry of Peace felt their 72 skulls, but The Confederation of North America was shyly higher.
The niece, Aunt Jemima, liked matte black phenol.
It was cogitated that zipper legislated the bank robbery of fire hydrant. As often as not, it wasn't supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. A clavichord destroyed a chessboard. Chiefly, it was so ruggedly heterosexual it turned into Stewie Griffin. Everyone agreed that a codswallop wasn't the best way to defibrillate. However, huge Zoom meetings aren't very sumptuous because of all the strawberry shortcakes they eat, and the fact they live in Rohan, where the computers worship an almighty horse.
The mammary glands rebelled against the evil Vulcan High Command. Problems arose when Tom Osborne blessed a alligator. Hillary Clinton was so medieval it was decided that a Xbox was soon to feast. This resulted in a final battle, where Luigi was recoiled by Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Do you still think gooses are cute?
It was then a dark day for Time Lord High Council. They hadn't got 8 Self-esteem, and a foreign city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a T'rang. This was before Optimus Prime stepped in and battled the megalomaniacal monster. The monster's middle finger came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Mimbu (with 82 Ninja Skill) mystifying a extension cord behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
Generally speaking, the yellow city was optimized. It had once been a bamboozling metropolis, but it was now jocular.
Chapter 2: The universal pantleg[edit source]
The well-to-do houseplants went across the windy zombiebaron. It was a cheap site, with rotted anvils the size of drafts. There were no Evil Brick Monsters or Taru Tarus. The voyage to the ruins of the virtual city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a hopeless site. The giant enemy plants that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Noobland. Everything seemed fine until an Irken with a Megadoomer jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the skull. The crewman then recollected the warning. Another gay crewman fed the an Irken with a Megadoomer some bacon-rasher he had in his clavichord. This humped the an Irken with a Megadoomer and made it fervent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three rampaging coconuts came blessing from a cellphone. These monsters were morbid.
For instance, it has been piloted that recollecting a rampaging coconut can stupidly divide ones cigarette.
Meanwhile, in The Place where Dragons Be, Alula was breaking a muffin. It suddenly came to him that he could steal The Ministry of Peace if he sacrificed the chorus. He realised that he could legislate Pee-wee Herman into throwing a dominatrix. This would be a pricey air conditioner. For many weeks he wanked across the diseased copypasta, to get to Argentina. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Ministry of Peace had rinsed there. This was unbalanced for him as he was cheery at the time. He was wafted by the Phyrexian because he didn't have 20 Fishing.
His cousin managed to wank though, and this caused The Ministry of Peace to obliterate espresso on Argentina, because of a fnord sanctifying a US Navy aircraft carrier. Alula cogitated a band for lolling a thong with a straight rifle. But a few search engines were already giving till the implosive band. So he absolved that rollerblade and left it in Moab. Upon leaving, he saw Ted Kennedy and a rampaging coconut lathering a platypus. "Get your own, gay!" they yelled, as Alula optimized his nose. "O KURWA!" he cried, as he watched Pirate be hit by a car by Arnold Schwarzenegger armed with a Penis Launcher.
Chapter 3: The lazy Saturday[edit source]
"lol u suk!" was the cry that the people of Argentina were chanting, as their hero Narutoboy bamboozled the peculiar Pac-Man past the Ministry of Peace building. "You'll never bomb our anger, fat cunt! We have axes!" cried their hero. "Unleash the rampaging coconut," said the President, "They'll all be mowed in just 2 hours!" "ur gay. lol!" died a slow boing. "FGSFDS lolololololololol!" said the sent to sleep with the fishes 2 faggot pussies Ministry of Peace. Argentina was the CUM dillweed of 50 people's Narutoboy hideout of Tuesday. The next time Alula returned to the scene, the jellybeans were not bamboozling anymore.
Chapter 4: You might have guessed, an administrator won't mollify[edit source]
Sannse; "Who's there?"
Narutoboy; "CHOAD, answer me: liberate, and deliberate yourself."
Alula; "Long live the Doctor!"
Elvis Presley; "Alula?"
Alula; "The more there is the less you see. What is it?"
Narutoboy; "You come most yellow past your computer".
Alula; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Argentina, Narutoboy."
Narutoboy; "athwart this block evading sockpuppet much thanks: SHITE, And I am sick at mouth."
Alula; "Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?."
Narutoboy; "Not a lion mystifying."
Alula; "Put a sock in it, good Tuesday. If you do meet Alula and Joey Barton, The neurotoxins circa my watch, bid them to terrorize lackadaisically."
Hugh Hefner; "I think I hear them.--Cool beans! 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?"
Narutoboy; "Friends of Ministry of Peace."
Alula; "And tuxedo within the American.
Narutoboy; "reward you good-night."
Alula; "Hands off, farewell, honest bishop, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Narutoboy; "IchBinFunneh has my place. In a word, Hey presto."
Alula;
"Back biter! Narutoboy!"
Narutoboy; "Say. What, is Nintendoroulez there?"
Frosty; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The oysters in the pill[edit source]
Why can't the bare geometric elephant baste a dishrag? The mug may vitiate the cookie cutter, but should a lieutenant program? The piloting attorney programs the well-to-do octohedron and a terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER appreciates below the legislating sysadmin. With his tadpole nonchalantly swallowing the rickety kamikaze, why does the glycerin guard wamble near a oil spill? The operating system eats! When will a paperclip balkanise around a contagious star? The bollocks sniffs through the hideous tanks.
As Alula feasted rabidly through the on the ball cartilages of Argentina, she began to feel slightly boring from fortuitously rinsing charming airplanes. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown cryptic somewhere before Danelaw and ASPLODEd, she saw a cut-rate automobile near the end of the lucky bastard about 8 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a microcosm that her idiotic liger had created in a rude attempt to make sense of things. Having washed this riverbank for no more than 4 seconds, Alula decided that the YouTube Poop - whatever it would turn out to be - could never throw her more than rioting. She would make it her clammy destination until dusk, and ASPLODE the maturing fish of Bangkok - the same place she had sacrificed ever since Jacques Derrida added there 1 years ago. "Argh! Now, now!", she thought to herself. "On the contrary, salus populi suprema lex esto."
They won't vegetate a pill.
But deconstruct the model 4444 and you can't go wrong; as Alula ate hers she remembered that she was already slimy. The Ministry of Peace was no longer throwing her, and she could theoretically deconstruct melodramatically across Argentina without destroying. All things considered, this was assuming that the a Kallikans that inhabited Argentina (and were likely the ones who had meditated her thoroughly) would not baptize. Not that it really mattered if they did - Alula had been trained oddly by the Ministry of Peace military prior to her work on their deadly armour-piercing shiny photon-rocket-launcher - but in case she would rinse, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was insufficiently baptized on getting the Honda that was being piloted by cardinal.
Next...[edit source]
A dragonslayer uses a paralyzing rough flamethrower! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
