Uncyclopedia:Departure of Fun/Auto-Novel
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The Auto-Novel[edit source]
Prologue[edit source]
Before this was written, a jackal wandered through the DWIII Klingon Empire Hall of airplanes...
Chapter 1: The slippery button[edit source]
Once upon a fire hydrant, against a gay businessman in Jerusalem, our REM was earned. "That's alright" was dubious till 97 DNA sequences, impolitely. All things considered, the Confederation of North America crystallized scrolls unlike 2 Speed, about ineffective jellybeans.
Luckily, the daydream was boorishly 91 fissile uranium samples from Moccasinia. "Oh Oliver Twist" exclaimed the operating system. Gain 7 Admin Skill! Optimus Prime is puzzlingly regarding the Sith Empire's Bitrate and axes deceiving. "COCK," Queen Elizabeth I expelled. At the same time, Chuck Norris was not curative, lathering Max BP.
Jon Stewart the termite riots igneous protrusions, but only times zany mice on 1824. Anyway, Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?? A coffee colored white bread.
In contrast to this, in 2669 BC, Your Mom the emu matured, "DAMN" He got fruit punch on my yellow submarine. Yes indeed! No silver medal for him!
His daughter was at East Berlin, insulting his vein when the b-b guns began proving. "Back biter" he rinsed. "They've written the infectious virii!"
In contrast to this as Barney the Dinosaur said, non sum pisces, meaning "Good writing, excellent pictures" They were pissed on and expelled a muff. The Ministry of Plenty advocated their 44 violoncelli, but The Time Lord High Council was starkly smaller.
The grandmother, Naruto, liked gray saliva.
It was programmed that warning expelled the Pokémon of monkey. In any case, it wasn't obscene. A bear constructed a earlobe. After some time, it was so fretfully rickety it turned into Nancy Pelosi. Everyone agreed that a US Navy F/A 18 Super Hornet wasn't the best way to burglarise. In fact, flammable cakes aren't very revolting because of all the gratins they eat, and the fact they live in New York, where the hub caps worship an almighty wolverine.
The tanks rebelled against the evil Systems Commonwealth. Problems arose when ChiefjusticeDS agreed a communist. Queen Elizabeth II was so tense it was decided that a DJ was soon to negate. This resulted in a final battle, where Megatron was recoiled by Nancy Pelosi. Do you still think foxs are cute?
It was then a dark day for Polish Inquisition. They hadn't got 22 Video Game Addiction, and a well-to-do city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a zombie moogle. This was before Mr. T stepped in and battled the ineffective monster. The monster's arm came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Warhammer player (with 20 Drinking Skill) programing a DJ behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!
In a few words, the booming city was feasted. It had once been a quantifying metropolis, but it was now unbalanced.
Chapter 2: The melodramatic air[edit source]
The uncivilized sacrifices went across the windy sugar cookie which may or may not contain crack. It was a sanguine site, with incompetent bananas the size of teeth. There were no Crab Guys or N'Yadachs. The voyage to the ruins of the shaky city was in perfect weather.
The ruined city was a common site. The Craps that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to The Kingdom of Lower Navarre. Everything seemed fine until a Shreth jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the tongue. The crewman then ablated the Gatsby. Another hairy crewman fed the a Shreth some sandwich he had in his vulva. This dried the a Shreth and made it unnatural. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Moogles came throwing plus a ninja. These monsters were lifeless.
Nine times out of ten, it has been ablated that deconstructing a Moogle can cryptically liberate ones MIDI controller.
Meanwhile, in a gay bar, Bob Barker was cogitating a respiratory system. It suddenly came to him that he could Woodburninate ™ The Klingon Empire if he matured the hideout. He realised that he could fumble Adolf Hitler into maturing a mongoose. This would be a pricey sockpuppet of an unregistered user. For many weeks he destroyed across the hopeless pedophile, to get to The Argentine Antaractic Territory. When he finally got there, it turned out that The Klingon Empire had broken there. This was baffling for him as he was Nobel prize-winning at the time. He was agreed by the Mattekar because he didn't have 41 Strength.
His son managed to deport though, and this caused The Klingon Empire to legislate lollipop on The Argentine Antaractic Territory, because of a conspiracy lathering a aerodynamics. Bob Barker ablated a funeral for insulting a leaking roof with a overwrought shotgun. But a few tomatoes were already raping despite the erudite funeral. So he assassinated that t-shirt and left it in Catarnia. Upon leaving, he saw Bob Barker and a Moogle modelling a kiwi. "Get your own, cunt muncher!" they yelled, as Bob Barker cruised his pubic hair. "GOD DAMMIT" he cried, as he watched Stone golem be crucified by Benito Mussolini armed with a high-powered laser rifle.
Chapter 3: The rotted Sat.[edit source]
"Uncyclopedia is the worst!!1!" was the cry that the people of The Argentine Antaractic Territory were chanting, as their hero HarryPotterFan optimised the absorbent anvil past the Klingon Empire building. "You'll never widen our antidisestablishmentarianist, faggot! We have ten-foot poles!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Moogle," said the President, "They'll all be decapitated in just 3 hours!" "1447 skillz! yeah!!" died a slow boing. "ur gay. lol!" said the evicted 7 faggot pussies Klingon Empire. The Argentine Antaractic Territory was the AUTOFELLATIO tardhorse of 54 people's HarryPotterFan hideout of Tues.. The next time Bob Barker returned to the scene, the sheep were not lathering anymore.
Chapter 4: Anyway, a search engine might not reduce[edit source]
Kippy; "Who's there?"
HarryPotterFan; "COCKSUCKER, answer me: sell, and annihilate yourself."
DWIII; "Long live the Doctor!"
DWIII; "What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?"
HarryPotterFan; "You come most rigid like your sarcoma".
DWIII; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to The Argentine Antaractic Territory, HarryPotterFan."
HarryPotterFan; "before this slightly-below-average man much thanks: MACACA, And I am sick at thyroid."
DWIII; "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?."
HarryPotterFan; "Not a gazelle modelling."
DWIII; "Oh my gosh, good Fri.. If you do meet Bob Barker and Gottfried Leibniz, The rocks before my watch, bid them to riot ridiculously."
Albert Einstein; "I think I hear them.--When all is said and done! What breaks when you say it?"
HarryPotterFan; "Friends alongside Klingon Empire."
DWIII; "And document as the Panamanian.
HarryPotterFan; "divide you good-night."
DWIII; "Bastich, farewell, honest bouncer, Who hath reliev'd you?"
HarryPotterFan; "Hawthorn Peebles has my place. Then again, Oh no."
DWIII;
"You're welcome! HarryPotterFan!"
HarryPotterFan; "Say. What, is BillyBob there?"
Tony Soprano; "A piece of him."
Chapter 5: The violi between the oddball[edit source]
Why can't the defenestratable broom bake a steak dinner? The lipmusic may pwn the espresso, but should a garbageman jiggle? The cogitating bistro attacks the luminous lucky bastard and a handstand constructs below the cogitating furry. With his hub cap merely deceiving the explosive xylophone, why does the apple juice bank teller ASPLODE near a story-eater? The driptray ablates! When will an imitation fake vomit legislate around a controversial encyclopedia? The glue pilots between the gay nuclear reactors.
As Bob Barker moccasinified brutally through the sexy hub caps of The Argentine Antaractic Territory, she began to feel slightly on edge from callously cogitating fake Euroipods. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown mysterious somewhere before Springfield and threw, she saw a gay vomit near the end of the holster about 19 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just an automatic translator that her slippery Aspergers had created in a fanatical attempt to make sense of things. Having cried this bear for no more than 2 seconds, Bob Barker decided that the octohedron - whatever it would turn out to be - could never erect her more than earning. She would make it her cosmic destination until dusk, and vitiate the deceiving pens of Cape Feare - the same place she had frozen ever since Leonard Bernstein recollected there 6 years ago. "Ouch! Be my guest!", she thought to herself. "All things considered, contraria contrariis curantur."
They won't pwnify a spoon.
But ASPLODE the model 3878 and you can't go wrong; as Bob Barker quantified hers she remembered that she was already vast. The Klingon Empire was no longer agreeing her, and she could theoretically castigate peacefully across The Argentine Antaractic Territory without modelling. Most of the time, this was assuming that the a Pookas that inhabited The Argentine Antaractic Territory (and were likely the ones who had swallowed her shyly) would not pass. Not that it really mattered if they did - Bob Barker had been trained 100% by the Klingon Empire military prior to her work on their ballistic electric blaster - but in case she would pilot, it was probably best to be aware of the risks. Right now, she was abrasively destroyed on getting the knickknack that was being rioted by teacher.
Next...[edit source]
A welder uses a useless indestructible pirate-musket! And then stuff happens. And then more stuff happens. And then everyone dies. Whoopie!!
Well, not you. You are still alive.
For now.
