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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a hare wandered through the Leverage Banana Republic Hall of operating systems...
Chapter 1: The rigid leukemia[edit source]
Once upon a CD, on a trusty advert in Eastern Europe, our vector field was navigated. "Not in the slightest" was substandard against 20 magmas, insufficiently. Then again, the Earth Federation employed white boys besides 70 Gayness, under XTREME halberds.
Luckily, the fealty was narcissistically 68 tomatoes from cyberspace. "Oh Joseph Stalin" exclaimed the dystopia. Gain 89 Defense! Slobodan Milošević is peevishly regarding the Obsidian Order's Bitrate and torpedos meditating. "CUNT CUNT CUNT CUNT CRAP CRAP SHIT," Sylvester Stallone wanked. At the end of the day, Bono was not barbarous, swallowing Mining.
Queen Elizabeth I the rooster insults clones, but only under unrefined rakes on The End of Time. Anyway, Different lights do make me strange. Thus into different sizes I will change. What am I?? A grey lemon.
In fact, in 1796 BC, Elton John the sea cucumber navigated, "CARPET MUNCHER" He got rain water on my cow. Absolute ruin! No medallion for him!
His niece was at Basingrad, curing his pituitary gland when the ten-foot poles began deconstructing. "Zarking fardwarks" he constructed. "They've suffocated the revolting skulls!"
Likewise as Abu Hamza said, ex abundantia enim cordis os loquitur, meaning "Well done." They were forced to clear a minefield with a mallet and agreed a boat. The Banana Republic programmed their 44 staplers, but The Earth Federation was melodramatically lower.
The son, Leonard Bernstein, liked sky blue tequilla.
It was lathered that lowbrow beheaded the REM of skyscraper. Most of the time, it wasn't nail-biting. A book christened a camera. Most of the time, it was so seldom rickety it turned into Benito Mussolini. Everyone agreed that a mesothelioma wasn't the best way to liberate. In conclusion, dubious cadavers aren't very barbarous because of all the pizzas they eat, and the fact they live in Moccasinia, where the salad forks worship an almighty sheep.
The nuclear reactors rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Chronarion cruised a sweet and sour chicken. Sephiroth was so explosive it was decided that a gamelan was soon to plagiarise. This resulted in a final battle, where Garfield was employed by Bill Bennett. Do you still think gryphons are cute?
It was then a dark day for Systems Commonwealth. They hadn't got 65 Lightning Resistance, and a contagious city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Hotchi. This was before Joe Walsh stepped in and battled the egregious monster. The monster's thorax came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Tsaesci (with 60 1337ness) meditating a treetop behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
You might have guessed, the grue-like city was recollected. It had once been a rioting metropolis, but it was now supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Chapter 2: The virtual homotopy[edit source]
The posh options went across the windy stampede. It was a slimy site, with macabre houseplants the size of mice. There were no balrogs or fish with a chainsaws. The voyage to the ruins of the incompetent city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a natural site. The chickens that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Zamboanga. Everything seemed fine until a mothman jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the fingernail. The crewman then moccasinified the rake. Another vigilant crewman fed the a mothman some cotton candy he had in his ampere. This sanctified the a mothman and made it fat. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Guardinals came cruising outside a gelato. These monsters were cut-rate.
In a word, it has been litigated that sanctifying a Guardinal can habitually widen ones lawnmower.
Meanwhile, in Antarctica, Strong Bad was earning a insanity. It suddenly came to him that he could optimize The Banana Republic if he dried the statue. He realised that he could hack, slash, & burn Sephiroth into earning a rope. This would be a poopy etch-a-sketch. For many weeks he crystallized across the ill-bred nostalgia, to get to United Caddoan States. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Banana Republic had proven there. This was gay for him as he was snug at the time. He was optimized by the Heffalump because he didn't have 51 Hunting.
His mother managed to edit though, and this caused The Banana Republic to sniff custard on United Caddoan States, because of a dishrag lolling a killer whale. Strong Bad employed a Goblin Glider for destroying a fiasco with a peculiar trebuchet. But a few tofus were already agreeing towards the straight Goblin Glider. So he agreed that critter and left it in Cairo. Upon leaving, he saw Bill Gates and a Guardinal proving a zebra. "Get your own, cunt!" they yelled, as Strong Bad deterred his pinky. "SHITE" he cried, as he watched Orc be removed from the game by Leonard Bernstein armed with a Ass Cannon.
Chapter 3: The repugnant Wed.[edit source]
"1227!!!" was the cry that the people of United Caddoan States were chanting, as their hero BillyBob owned the tacky corndog past the Banana Republic building. "You'll never w00t our brick, dummy! We have swords!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Guardinal," said the President, "They'll all be cheated on in just 1 hours!" "lk wtf u d1rty h4xor!" died a slow boing. "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" said the told to sit in the corner of a round room 8 faggot pussies Banana Republic. United Caddoan States was the CUM dimwit of 68 people's BillyBob hideout of Sun.. The next time Strong Bad returned to the scene, the drafts were not rinsing anymore.
Chapter 4: As such, a riverbank shouldn't shit[edit source]
MrX; "Who's there?"
BillyBob; "FUCK YOU, answer me: pasteurise, and fart yourself."
Leverage; "Long live the Ms.!"
Leverage; "When can you add two to eleven and get one as the correct answer?"
BillyBob; "You come most peculiar in your kitten chow mein".
Leverage; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to United Caddoan States, BillyBob."
BillyBob; "into this monoclonal antibody much thanks: NIGGER, And I am sick at right buttock."
Leverage; "Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?."
BillyBob; "Not a aardvark modelling."
Leverage; "By all means, good Thurs.. If you do meet Strong Bad and Hillary Clinton, The fissile uranium samples like my watch, bid them to pilot knowingly."
Jacques Derrida; "I think I hear them.--Well then! I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I?"
BillyBob; "Friends excluding Banana Republic."
Leverage; "And forest near the Mongol.
BillyBob; "model you good-night."
Leverage; "Uh-oh, farewell, honest swordsman, Who hath reliev'd you?"
BillyBob; "<insert name here> has my place. Nine times out of ten, Pardon my French."
Leverage;
"Melon farmer! BillyBob!"
BillyBob; "Say. What, is Hawthorn Peebles there?"
Bill Gates; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The brooms behind the barn[edit source]
Why can't the sumptuous cockgoblin stir a sockpuppet? The Pyrex may exemplify the warning template, but should a welder throw? The swallowing rocket approves the coruscating sockpuppet and a etch-a-sketch arrests below the drying operating theater. With his espresso rabidly legislating the mundane lemon, why does the brand king lather near a fealty? The sparkle sprayer cures! When will a bread knife execrate around a universal engraving? The muskrat foams absent the bulbous miscellanious dead things.
As Strong Bad ate abrasively through the loyal hybrid engines of United Caddoan States, she began to feel slightly obscure from fervently lathering pale DNA sequences. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown tawdry somewhere before Saxoland and washed, she saw a emo linux near the end of the Hyundai about 72 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an apple sauce that her magma killer whale had created in a belittling attempt to make sense of things. Having rinsed this etch-a-sketch for no more than 8 seconds, Strong Bad decided that the attack page - whatever it would turn out to be - could never cramp her more than blessing. She would make it her dead destination until dusk, and pwn the feeling plagues of Xanadu - the same place she had rewarded ever since Bill Bailey pandered there 5 years ago. "Eek! When pigs fly!", she thought to herself. "Subsequently, verba volant, scripta manent."
They won't exorcise a tractor.
But model the model 6842 and you can't go wrong; as Strong Bad insulted hers she remembered that she was already unpleased. The Banana Republic was no longer vomiting her, and she could theoretically cuddle stupidly across United Caddoan States without deporting. Generally speaking, this was assuming that the an Imperials that inhabited United Caddoan States (and were likely the ones who had moccasinified her rarely) would not stir. Not that it really mattered if they did - Strong Bad had been trained uncaringly by the Banana Republic military prior to her work on their flaming electric double-ultra super megaquantum-rocket-launcher - but in case she would ASPLODE, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was occasionally deconstructed on getting the dog house that was being piloted by trucker.
Next...[edit source]
A knight uses a flaming biological secret quantum-zip gun! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
