Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
Rules[edit source]
- Do not delete what has already been written, just improve it
- Add as much as you want
- Make what you want gramatically correct. For example, each sentence must have one noun and one verb.
- Make sure you use mostly templates, not words.
- Use only templates from Category:Mad Libs templates
The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a armadillo wandered through the Bad Motherfucker Polish Inquisition Hall of fish...
Chapter 1: The homely Oldsmobile[edit source]
Once upon a xylem, besides a boorish clock in McDonald's, our feces was deceived. "Been there, done that" was dark down 2 organs, coldly. Equally important, the Carrington Institute blessed expletives throughout 39 Fisticuffs Skill, after forbidden sharks with laser-beams.
Luckily, the monoclonal antibody was nervously 10 reindeer from Gotham. "Oh Bozo" exclaimed the polyethylene. Gain 6 Extreme Sarcasm Resistance! Bertrand Russell is uncaringly regarding the Carrington Institute's Grue-Slaying and towells bamboozling. "SHIT," Carlos Mencia moccasinified. On the other hand, Kermit the Frog was not bright, insulting Noob Resistance.
Benito Mussolini the clam appears hot dogs, but only up opaque classified reasons on 2012. On the whole, If a wheel has 64 spokes, how many spaces are there between the spokes?? A on-white sandwich.
In particular, in 1030 BC, Donald Cedric Orlando Aloisius Augustus Cornelius Tascalusa Octavius Elphinstone Eugene Frederick Dionysus Pikachu Davros The Third the raven reduced, "PUNANI" He got phenol on my alfalfa. He chusheng zajiao de zanghuo! No medallion for him!
His grandmother was at Washington D.C., rioting his nipple when the bow and arrow began deliberating. "Now, now" he pandered. "They've moistened the explosive rifles!"
In any case as Kyle Broflovski said, et suppositio nil ponit in esse, meaning "If I vote for this will you stop stealing the water?" They were unresurrected and insulted an aeroplane. The Spanish Inquisition assassinated their 57 boats, but The Confederation of North America was verbosely lower.
The daughter, Darth Vader, liked beige soup.
It was eaten that equestrian litigated the politician of katzenjammer. On the whole, it wasn't bright. A lemon recollected a lava. After a long wait, it was so largely morbid it turned into Barbara Walters. Everyone agreed that a cucumber wasn't the best way to lather. On the contrary, lithium mammary glands aren't very morbid because of all the cherrys they eat, and the fact they live in Chicxulub, where the politicians worship an almighty halibut.
The cobs rebelled against the evil United Earth Directorate. Problems arose when Britney Spears sacrificed a ad. Bertrand Russell was so rickety it was decided that a dongle was soon to recollect. This resulted in a final battle, where Aunt Jemima was thrown by Jennifer Aniston. Do you still think wolverines are cute?
It was then a dark day for Asgard High Council. They hadn't got 32 Max MP, and a rapturous city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Brilhado. This was before Homer Simpson stepped in and battled the boring monster. The monster's testicle came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Mozilla Spawnlet (with 63 Magic) recollecting a Wikipedian behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
As often as not, the pricey city was rewarded. It had once been a piloting metropolis, but it was now rude.
Chapter 2: The shitty swimming pool[edit source]
The despicable t-shirts went across the windy Mitsubishi. It was a cartilage site, with loyal tanks the size of lawn mowers. There were no Remorhazs or club sandwitchs. The voyage to the ruins of the alarming city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a tense site. The vampire ants that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. Everything seemed fine until a talent agent jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the middle finger. The crewman then advocated the alcohol. Another throbbing crewman fed the a talent agent some instant noodles he had in his hotel. This ablated the a talent agent and made it unbalanced. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Ka Po'Tuns came washing along a buffalo. These monsters were enormous.
All things considered, it has been deliberated that programing a Ka Po'Tun can abrasively spit ones Suzuki.
Meanwhile, in cyberspace, Frosty was piloting a dominatrix. It suddenly came to him that he could plagiarize The Polish Inquisition if he employed the madman. He realised that he could absorb Stephen Hawking into litigating a sheep. This would be a slimy fealty. For many weeks he navigated across the living brickbat, to get to Cloud Cuckoo Land. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Polish Inquisition had christened there. This was XTREME for him as he was no-frills at the time. He was piloted by the Troll because he didn't have 94 Obesity.
His bride managed to moccasinify though, and this caused The Polish Inquisition to hear random string of utility muffin research kitchens and cheeseburgers with a large fries and a coke, plus a kids meal spawned by salad forks ablating US Navy aircraft carrier super hornets on Cloud Cuckoo Land, because of a penis recollecting a Pyrex. Frosty deliberated a Cadillac for meditating a Zelda with a infectious ten-foot pole. But a few salad forks were already cruising astride the enormous Cadillac. So he beheaded that pile of crap and left it in Argentina. Upon leaving, he saw Optimus Prime and a Ka Po'Tun writing a raven. "Get your own, cock jockey!" they yelled, as Frosty humped his chest. "DILDO" he cried, as he watched Taahgaarxian be imploded by Chairman Mao armed with a crossbow.
Chapter 3: The hideous Sat.[edit source]
"FGSFDS lolololololololol!" was the cry that the people of Cloud Cuckoo Land were chanting, as their hero Chimychanga piloted the on edge animal past the Polish Inquisition building. "You'll never sniff our brisket, lazy cunt! We have bow and arrow!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Ka Po'Tun," said the President, "They'll all be dipped in acid in just 1 hours!" "i pwnz u!" died a slow boing. "OMFG!!!!" said the hit for 6 5 faggot pussies Polish Inquisition. Cloud Cuckoo Land was the SHITFUCKER asshole of 71 people's Chimychanga hideout of Thurs.. The next time Frosty returned to the scene, the bikinis were not writing anymore.
Chapter 4: All things considered, a liger might program[edit source]
Banzaikitten; "Who's there?"
Chimychanga; "CUNT, answer me: programme, and jump yourself."
Bad Motherfucker; "Long live the Signor!"
Hillary Clinton; "Bad Motherfucker?"
Bad Motherfucker; "I dig out tiny caves, and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help, yet many people are afraid to let me help them. Who am I?"
Chimychanga; "You come most nefarious regarding your fluff and stuff".
Bad Motherfucker; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Cloud Cuckoo Land, Chimychanga."
Chimychanga; "betwixt this antibody much thanks: SHITTY, And I am sick at solar plexus."
Bad Motherfucker; "It goes up, but at the same time goes down. Up toward the sky, and down toward the ground. It's present tense and past tense too, come for a ride, just me and you. What is it?."
Chimychanga; "Not a tapir modelling."
Bad Motherfucker; "Absolute ruin, good Fri.. If you do meet Frosty and Pablo Picasso, The petroglyphs within my watch, bid them to mystify merely."
Harry Potter; "I think I hear them.--Mmm! What breaks when you say it?"
Chimychanga; "Friends times Polish Inquisition."
Bad Motherfucker; "And fnurdle above the Mexican.
Chimychanga; "plagiarise you good-night."
Bad Motherfucker; "Damn, farewell, honest guard, Who hath reliev'd you?"
Chimychanga; "<insert name here> has my place. Not in the slightest, For Pete's sake."
Bad Motherfucker;
"Zarking fardwarks! Chimychanga!"
Chimychanga; "Say. What, is <insert name here> there?"
Segata Sanshiro; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The nunchucks barring the rollerblade[edit source]
Why can't the macabre bikini delay a keyboard? The neurotoxin may exorcise the virus, but should a soldier discalceate? The piloting egg pimps the coruscating Doppelgänger and a l33t h4x0r quantifies below the optimizing mountain. With his plate compulsively agreeing the unreliable neurotoxin, why does the beach ball priest oscillate near a league? The huffed kitten rewards! When will a potato exercise around a overwrought rabbit? The possibility writes including the homely fissile uranium samples.
As Frosty broke peevishly through the fat sheep of Cloud Cuckoo Land, she began to feel slightly dubious from winningly swallowing sinister boats. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown fat somewhere before Na-Dene Republic and cured, she saw a red mongoose near the end of the showdown about 71 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a sysadmin that her spine-chilling CD had created in a uptight attempt to make sense of things. Having washed this ten-foot pole for no more than 9 seconds, Frosty decided that the gymnasium - whatever it would turn out to be - could never cuddle her more than meditating. She would make it her unnatural destination until dusk, and pass the deliberating Euroipods of That Little Place with all the French-Speakers - the same place she had litigated ever since Bill Clinton rinsed there 0 years ago. "Ouch! Come again!", she thought to herself. "On the whole, annuit cœptis."
They won't zigged a person.
But sacrifice the model 6662 and you can't go wrong; as Frosty navigated hers she remembered that she was already cosmic. The Polish Inquisition was no longer raping her, and she could theoretically hack, slash, & burn fondly across Cloud Cuckoo Land without destroying. In contrast to this, this was assuming that the a Spanias that inhabited Cloud Cuckoo Land (and were likely the ones who had rioted her awesomely) would not quantify. Not that it really mattered if they did - Frosty had been trained mind-numbingly by the Polish Inquisition military prior to her work on their flaming light ninja-pistol - but in case she would refill, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was ridiculously proved on getting the aviator that was being bamboozled by gunner.
Next...[edit source]
A referee uses a poisonous exploding shiny rocket-launcher! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
