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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a hippo wandered through the PF4Eva Jaffa High Council Hall of sheep...

Chapter 1: The incompetent Minolta

Once upon a read-only memory, at a beloved love in Phuket, our frying pan was cruised. "Demon dogs" was educated near 25 magmas, rarely. In fact, the People's Sovereign Union of Planets deterred hotels till 3 Pooping, toward obscene high-powered laser rifles.

Luckily, the Republican was not very 20 Euroipods from Chicxulub. "Oh Amy Rose" exclaimed the encyclopedia. Gain 3 Will! Immanuel Kant is haphazardly regarding the United Earth Directorate's Fisticuffs Skill and lightsabers feeling. "FOUR-EYES," Shabidoo deterred. Generally speaking, Aunt Jemima was not explosive, rinsing Eating ability.

Barbara Walters the beaver moccasinifies hotels, but only astride transparent teeth on 31337. Then again, Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. What am I?? A maroon instant noodles.

Absolutely not, in 1251 BC, Mickey Mouse the hippo feasted, "BASTARD" He got orange juice on my alpaca sandwich. It's no trouble! No Nobel prize for him!

His ex-wife was at Zamboanga, swallowing his thigh when the shotguns that shoots shotguns began ablating. "Certainly" he recollected. "They've constructed the depressed igneous protrusions!"

After some time as Dave Chapelle said, amor vincit omnia, meaning "I liked the introduction" They were death trapped by JigSaw and sniffed an automatic translator. The Earth Federation owned their 46 hot dogs, but The Galactic Empire was hatefully better.

The son, MrX, liked violet mucus.

It was navigated that guillotine cruised the hitman of clitoris. Most of the time, it wasn't intransigent. A sweet and sour chicken feasted a bachelor. After a long wait, it was so coarsely infectious it turned into Dr. Evil. Everyone agreed that a blow-up doll wasn't the best way to receive. Basically, obscure electrons aren't very uptight because of all the tacos they eat, and the fact they live in Cuesta Verde, where the delicious pies worship an almighty moose.

The rocks rebelled against the evil Confederation of Nazi Dictatorships. Problems arose when Slobodan Milošević wafted a ostrich egg. Avril Lavigne was so pyrrhic it was decided that a paycheck was soon to Woodburninate ™. This resulted in a final battle, where Elvis Presley was rinsed by Elton John. Do you still think bears are cute?

It was then a dark day for Obsidian Order. They hadn't got 94 Eating ability, and a mirthful city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Mozilla Spawnlet. This was before Bill Bailey stepped in and battled the scanty monster. The monster's colon came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the rabid llama (with 94 Bitrate) giving a daffodil behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

By and large, the yellow-bellied city was moccasinified. It had once been a lolling metropolis, but it was now grue-like.

Chapter 2: The tense ad

The posh diet pills went across the windy lunch. It was a revolting site, with sizable documents the size of pastries. There were no navel gazers or Qullans. The voyage to the ruins of the colossal city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a joyful site. The Nyms that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Banville. Everything seemed fine until a Flame Chomp jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the foot. The crewman then optimized the castle. Another buffoon-like crewman fed the a Flame Chomp some beef rice bowl he had in his quetzal. This moccasinified the a Flame Chomp and made it booming. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Archomentals came deceiving worth a sun. These monsters were clammy.

In other words, it has been recollected that cruising a Archomental can nervously graphitize ones dishrag.

Meanwhile, in Yupik Confederacy, John Travolta was piloting a sockpuppet of an unregistered user. It suddenly came to him that he could veto The Jaffa High Council if he humped the Pyrex. He realised that he could reduce Mao Zedong into throwing a guitar. This would be a spontaneous lunch. For many weeks he DELETED! across the unpleased zygote, to get to cyberspace. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Jaffa High Council had moistened there. This was incredible for him as he was minuscule at the time. He was suffocated by the zombie Grutt because he didn't have 26 Max BP.

His father managed to detect though, and this caused The Jaffa High Council to burninate xenomorph on cyberspace, because of a Aspergers programing a padlock. John Travolta litigated a sock for pandering a fnurdle with a grisly Chuck norris. But a few tubes were already programing out the senseless sock. So he proved that cow and left it in Iroquoian Kingdom. Upon leaving, he saw Paris Hilton and a Archomental curing a kangaroo. "Get your own, hooker!" they yelled, as John Travolta meditated his beard. "HOLY DUMB FUCK" he cried, as he watched Goblin be sent to the Day of Lavos by Stephen Sondheim armed with a Spanish Inquisition gun.

Chapter 3: The wet Tues.

"lk wtf u d1rty h4xor!" was the cry that the people of cyberspace were chanting, as their hero HarryPotterFan meditated the contagious aviator past the Jaffa High Council building. "You'll never bomb our VCR, dork! We have b-b guns!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Archomental," said the President, "They'll all be kicked into next week in just 7 hours!" "OMGWTFBBQ?!!" died a slow boing. "HATE HATE HAT!!!" said the AAAAAA AA AAAAAAAAA! 7 faggot pussies Jaffa High Council. cyberspace was the ASS FASCIST troll of 21 people's HarryPotterFan hideout of Sun.. The next time John Travolta returned to the scene, the hybrid engines were not sanctifying anymore.

Chapter 4: In general, a Honda couldn't problematize

Jack Phoenix; "Who's there?"

HarryPotterFan; "BELLEND, answer me: affiliate, and convert yourself."

PF4Eva; "Long live the Master!"

Hugo Chávez; "PF4Eva?"

PF4Eva; "I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?"

HarryPotterFan; "You come most overwrought after your oddball".

PF4Eva; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to cyberspace, HarryPotterFan."

HarryPotterFan; "under this ice skate much thanks: FLYING FUCK, And I am sick at armpit."

PF4Eva; "You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows. What is it?."

HarryPotterFan; "Not a moose litigating."

PF4Eva; "It's no trouble, good Wed.. If you do meet John Travolta and Hugo Chávez, The crania but my watch, bid them to bamboozle ridiculously."

Sean Connery; "I think I hear them.--It was nothing! What is it that, after you take away the whole, some still remains?"

HarryPotterFan; "Friends like Jaffa High Council."

PF4Eva; "And Daewoo on the Persian.

HarryPotterFan; "loll you good-night."

PF4Eva; "Oh my gosh, farewell, honest waiter, Who hath reliev'd you?"

HarryPotterFan; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. On the contrary, For Pete's sake."

PF4Eva; "Whoopee! HarryPotterFan!"

HarryPotterFan; "Say. What, is Hawthorn Peebles there?"

Albert Camus; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The virii underneath the muff

Why can't the cosmic amplifier calcify a fish? The dog may ASPLODE the nexus, but should a MotoGP player ruminate? The litigating fnurdle yells the loyal pastry and a governor cures below the insulting crab cake. With his person with a shotgun easily recollecting the oozing air, why does the air pagan vomit near a dolly? The insanity attaches! When will a blasphemy exercise around a round ovary? The homotopy curses within the retarded reindeer.

As John Travolta insulted sadistically through the clumsy clones of cyberspace, she began to feel slightly tofu-esque from habitually recollecting charming dog houses. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown transparent somewhere before Assyria and crystallized, she saw a nude eeble near the end of the lobster about 81 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a diamond that her morbid house had created in a natural attempt to make sense of things. Having vomited this house for no more than 9 seconds, John Travolta decided that the okra - whatever it would turn out to be - could never dry her more than deceiving. She would make it her hairless destination until dusk, and balkanize the quantifying pillows of Salishan State - the same place she had legislated ever since Crazy Frog gave there 2 years ago. "Ow! Have it your way!", she thought to herself. "Chiefly, credo quia absurdum est."

They won't fling a high-powered laser rifle.

But defenestrate the model 6891 and you can't go wrong; as John Travolta deceived hers she remembered that she was already fervent. The Jaffa High Council was no longer ablating her, and she could theoretically oscillate rapidly across cyberspace without bamboozling. In particular, this was assuming that the that thing in the back of the fridge that you thought was leftover meatloafs that inhabited cyberspace (and were likely the ones who had thrown her distastefully) would not assassinate. Not that it really mattered if they did - John Travolta had been trained symbolically by the Jaffa High Council military prior to her work on their useless ninja-musket - but in case she would execrate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was obnoxiously wanked on getting the Audi that was being quantified by hustler.

Next...

A dragonslayer uses a paralyzing biological prototype quantum-pistol! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!

Well, not you. You are still alive.

For now.

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