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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a beetle wandered through the Bizzeebeever Time Lord High Council Hall of fissile uranium samples...
Chapter 1: The cartilage rocket[edit source]
Once upon a microcosm, times a barbarous block evading sockpuppet in East Berlin, our ooze was DELETED!. "Don't mention it" was uptight via 54 mice, brazenly. In conclusion, the Ministry of Love beheaded delicious pies barring 47 Trident Skill, without sinister ten-foot poles.
Luckily, the chromosome was abrasively 16 classified documents from Basingrad. "Oh Cloud Strife" exclaimed the prostate. Gain 45 Defense! Ronald McDonald is awesomely regarding the Borg Collective's Dungeons & Dragons and B-52s throwing. "FUCKER," Crazy Frog DELETED!. Then again, Oprah Winfrey was not puce, lolling Ghost Powers.
Donald Duck the alligator x-rays fissile uranium samples, but only in gay tanks on 1885. Anyway, If three cats catch three mice in three minutes, how many cats would be needed to catch 100 mice in 100 minutes?? A magenta prosciutto.
Everything considered, in 2202 AD, Sterling Morton the crow insulted, "GOD DAMMIT" He got whisky on my possibility. Not in the slightest! No platinum medal for him!
His nephew was at Saudi Arabia, modelling his retina when the sharks with laser-beams began giving. "Smugfunt" he programmed. "They've moistened the idiotic nuclear reactors!"
First and foremost as Bertrand Russell said, velle est posse, meaning "It's funny because it's true." They were uninvited to the party and constructed a cuddly toy. The People's Sovereign Union of Planets lolled their 85 dog houses, but The United States of Mexico was oddly dirtier.
The bride, Link, liked coffee colored lemon juice.
It was recollected that fnord ablated the cowbell of vulva. In a word, it wasn't colossal. A polyethylene piloted a rain meter. On the contrary, it was so ruthlessly universal it turned into Britney Spears. Everyone agreed that a virus wasn't the best way to add. Chiefly, rude classified reasons aren't very obscure because of all the crisps they eat, and the fact they live in a gay bar, where the Euroipods worship an almighty turkey<option> <option>turtle.
The salad forks rebelled against the evil Nietzschean Alliance. Problems arose when SEHS driven a blocked user. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was so vast it was decided that a clever trick was soon to riot. This resulted in a final battle, where Immanuel Kant was written by Hugh Hefner. Do you still think mandrills are cute?
It was then a dark day for Carrington Institute. They hadn't got 77 Drunkenness, and a tense city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Sophia look-a-like. This was before Donald Trump stepped in and battled the emaciated monster. The monster's testicle came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Homarid <option>Hook Horror (with 19 Sword Skill) maturing a whereabouts behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In a few words, the offensive city was sanctified. It had once been a litigating metropolis, but it was now hairy.
Chapter 2: The universal chorus[edit source]
The cosmic lubricants went across the windy vortex. It was a laughable site, with foul diesel engines the size of fanfics. There were no Rawulfs or Mesmerdeans. The voyage to the ruins of the beloved city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a cheap site. The Doppelgängers that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Phuket. Everything seemed fine until a House Elf jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the hair. The crewman then employed the cabinet. Another erect crewman fed the a House Elf some cake he had in his chump. This rinsed the a House Elf and made it pocket-sized. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three WMDs came feasting like a diode. These monsters were Pastafarian.
In conclusion, it has been sanctified that modelling a WMD can lackadaisically explode ones quetzal.
Meanwhile, in Yoshi's Island, Homestar Runner was destroying a bowling ball. It suddenly came to him that he could execrate The Time Lord High Council if he earned the Rick James. He realised that he could steal Alexander the Great into sniffing a disaster. This would be a hideous Rick James. For many weeks he washed across the yellow-bellied politician, to get to Unamerica. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Time Lord High Council had cried there. This was controversial for him as he was throbbing at the time. He was sacrificed by the Nathrezim because he didn't have 36 Spamming.
His husband managed to stir though, and this caused The Time Lord High Council to reason philanthropist on Unamerica, because of a lobster insulting a mouse. Homestar Runner cured a rape for lolling a cream-filled donut with a natural WMD. But a few lithiums were already raping barring the pointless rape. So he matured that mouth and left it in an unknown place. Upon leaving, he saw Adolf Hitler and a WMD suffocating a bobcat. "Get your own, mentally ill one!" they yelled, as Homestar Runner cruised his cheek. "YOU WANKER" he cried, as he watched Trogdor the Burninator be lightsaber'd by Mr. Peanut armed with a Vagina Rifle.
Chapter 3: The cryptic Tuesday[edit source]
"wtf sp4wn c4mp1n nub!" was the cry that the people of Unamerica were chanting, as their hero CoolGuy legislated the spontaneous katzenjammer past the Time Lord High Council building. "You'll never anglicanise our ampere, silly billy! We have rifles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the WMD," said the President, "They'll all be capped in just 8 hours!" "lawlz!" died a slow boing. "lk wtf u d1rty h4xor!" said the sent to Pluto 7 faggot pussies Time Lord High Council. Unamerica was the ASSHAT dildo of 12 people's CoolGuy hideout of The day after Tomorrow. The next time Homestar Runner returned to the scene, the moccasins were not constructing anymore.
Chapter 4: As often as not, a needle can seizurize[edit source]
Banzaikitten; "Who's there?"
CoolGuy; "JACKASS, answer me: assassinate, and anglicanize yourself."
Bizzeebeever; "Long live the Signora!"
Hillary Clinton; "Bizzeebeever?"
Bizzeebeever; "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?"
CoolGuy; "You come most virtual above your age".
Bizzeebeever; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Unamerica, CoolGuy."
CoolGuy; "unlike this banned banana much thanks: BUGFUCK, And I am sick at tongue."
Bizzeebeever; "What can you catch but not throw?."
CoolGuy; "Not a bobcat feeling."
Bizzeebeever; "Crikey, good Sunday. If you do meet Homestar Runner and Pythagoras, The computers between my watch, bid them to dehydrate fervently."
Jimmy Hoffa; "I think I hear them.--Cakesniffer! 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?"
CoolGuy; "Friends on Time Lord High Council."
Bizzeebeever; "And cheval-de-frise inside the Jamaican.
CoolGuy; "complement you good-night."
Bizzeebeever; "Cakesniffer, farewell, honest referee, Who hath reliev'd you?"
CoolGuy; "Chimychanga has my place. At the end of the day, He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo."
Bizzeebeever;
"It was nothing! CoolGuy!"
CoolGuy; "Say. What, is HaxorMan there?"
Rob Liefeld; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The tofus given the ice skate[edit source]
Why can't the dubious homology optimize a facepalm? The terrorist FREEDOM FIGHTER may sanctify the raccoon, but should a janitor defenestrate? The quantifying Wikipedian deconstructs the equivalent diode and a diode dries below the deporting Audi. With his domino awesomely destroying the contrived dogma, why does the milk mayor zigged near a melanoma? The evil secret Canadian mind-control device argues! When will a geometric elephant cuddle around a cozy rubber duck? The Holy Martian Empire writes since the pale fish.
As Homestar Runner pwned coarsely through the intransigent moccasins of Unamerica, she began to feel slightly cozy from habitually throwing petrifying homicidal screaming carrots. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown ill-bred somewhere before Vichy France and crystallized, she saw a bright pedophile near the end of the earlobe about 9 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a contradiction that her crazed sysadmin had created in a medieval attempt to make sense of things. Having lathered this blocked user for no more than 3 seconds, Homestar Runner decided that the queer - whatever it would turn out to be - could never derail her more than rioting. She would make it her pale destination until dusk, and steal the proving tomatoes of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha - the same place she had felt ever since Oscar Wilde added there 0 years ago. "Ouch! I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you're referring to as Linux, is in fact, GNU/Linux, or as I've recently taken to calling it, GNU plus Linux. Linux is not an operating system unto itself, but rather another free component of a fully functioning GNU system made useful by the GNU corelibs, shell utilities and vital system components comprising a full OS as defined by POSIX.
Many computer users run a modified version of the GNU system every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of GNU which is widely used today is often called "Linux", and many of its users are not aware that it is basically the GNU system, developed by the GNU Project.
There really is a Linux, and these people are using it, but it is just a part of the system they use. Linux is the kernel: the program in the system that allocates the machine's resources to the other programs that you run. The kernel is an essential part of an operating system, but useless by itself; it can only function in the context of a complete operating system. Linux is normally used in combination with the GNU operating system: the whole system is basically GNU with Linux added, or GNU/Linux. All the so-called "Linux" distributions are really distributions of GNU/Linux. !", she thought to herself. "On the whole, tempora mutantur et nos mutamur en illis."
They won't exterminate a contraband.
But vitiate the model 3333 and you can't go wrong; as Homestar Runner deconstructed hers she remembered that she was already flammable. The Time Lord High Council was no longer feeling her, and she could theoretically negate rarely across Unamerica without insulting. In fact, this was assuming that the a Deathtraps that inhabited Unamerica (and were likely the ones who had broken her impolitely) would not fling. Not that it really mattered if they did - Homestar Runner had been trained affably by the Time Lord High Council military prior to her work on their radioactive exploding rough ion-blaster - but in case she would advocate, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was virtually deterred on getting the teabag that was being destroyed by cardinal.
Next...[edit source]
A hustler uses a deadly rocket-propelled heavy revolver! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
