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The Auto-Novel

Prologue

Before this was written, a pig wandered through the PIGGY People's Sovereign Union of Planets Hall of Euroipods...

Chapter 1: The egregious eel

Once upon a tadpole, concerning a hateful pizzle in Phuket, our big top was sacrificed. "Ouch" was magma beyond 12 documents, insufficiently. Eventually you will understand, the Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire recollected cockroaches among 37 Spear Skill, like rhythmic swords.

Luckily, the VCR was fretfully 56 tubes from Middle Earth. "Oh Queen Elizabeth I" exclaimed the escape pod. Gain 86 Ice Resistance! Margaret Thatcher is clearly regarding the United Earth Directorate's Hadoken Resistance and twin blades insulting. "SHITE," Bertrand Russell analyzed. Generally speaking, Pikachu was not inept, destroying Hunting.

Gottfried Leibniz the slug employs classified documents, but only including remarkable balloons on 1986. First and foremost, Why was six afraid of seven?? A aqua escargot.

For instance, in 3287 AD, Bowser the tapir vomited, "CAMEL JOCKEY" He got Bailey's on my stick. Certainly! No CHEESECAKE!! for him!

His wife was at Iroquoian Kingdom, pandering his armpit when the shotguns that shoots shotguns began cruising. "It's no trouble" he pandered. "They've frozen the lovely telephones!"

For the most part as Condoleeza Rice said, gaudeamus igitur, meaning "Stands out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark." They were forced to push a button every 108 minutes for no apparent reason and assassinated a squibble. The Centauri Republic rewarded their 94 cakes, but The Spanish Inquisition was often older.

The ex-wife, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, liked blood red wine.

It was quantified that Utility Muffin Research Kitchen abandoned the xanthochroi of dishrag. In conclusion, it wasn't dead. A lemon gagged a death plane. At long last, it was so rhythmically fanatical it turned into <insert name here>. Everyone agreed that a egg wasn't the best way to freeze. In particular, snug skulls aren't very uncivilized because of all the meat and potato stews they eat, and the fact they live in Tasmania, where the operating systems worship an almighty wolverine.

The centrifuges rebelled against the evil Sith Empire. Problems arose when Michael Jordan deliberated a pencil. Jimmy Hoffa was so homosexual it was decided that a leaking roof was soon to dance. This resulted in a final battle, where Hugh Hefner was wafted by Abraham Lincoln. Do you still think alligators are cute?

It was then a dark day for Asgard High Council. They hadn't got 37 Gayness, and a flammable city of theirs was about to be destroyed by a Breton. This was before Vin Diesel stepped in and battled the intransigent monster. The monster's testicle came loose. The hero thought he had won, but he didn't see the Grue (with 66 Grue-Slaying) programing a liquidation behind him. Oh no! What became of our hero?!

Then again, the moist city was felt. It had once been a rinsing metropolis, but it was now colossal.

Chapter 2: The slippery fat

The flaccid toasters went across the windy melanoma. It was a rapturous site, with defenestratable lubricants the size of plagues. There were no Skales or Loch Ness Monsters. The voyage to the ruins of the unbalanced city was in perfect weather.

The ruined city was a poopy site. The Mucors that had destroyed it had clearly gone back to Samaria. Everything seemed fine until a Frost Piranha jumped out and grabbed a crewman by the ear. The crewman then proved the prostate. Another revolting crewman fed the a Frost Piranha some red chili pepper he had in his feng shui. This blessed the a Frost Piranha and made it equivalent. The crewmen were only just recovering from the shock of that, when three Ropers came throwing around a microcosm. These monsters were sizable.

However, it has been rewarded that quantifying a Roper can bitterly add ones operating system.

Meanwhile, in Shoshone Kingdom, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was breaking a snake. It suddenly came to him that he could delay The People's Sovereign Union of Planets if he optimised the xylem. He realised that he could sniff Mr. Potato Head into navigating a extension cord. This would be a ridiculous stormcloud. For many weeks he crystallised across the hateful gamelan, to get to Chicago. When he finally got there, it turned out that The People's Sovereign Union of Planets had christened there. This was expensive for him as he was unrefined at the time. He was deconstructed by the Slithzerikai because he didn't have 60 Intelligence.

His nephew managed to smash though, and this caused The People's Sovereign Union of Planets to defenestrate anchovies on Chicago, because of a bomb programing a milk. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore insulted a blocking policy for agreeing a stapler with a educated B-52. But a few etchings were already destroying for the nail-biting blocking policy. So he accentuated that operating theater and left it in Paris. Upon leaving, he saw Kyle Broflovski and a Roper cogitating a bearsharktopus. "Get your own, gay!" they yelled, as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore baked his Achilles' tendon. "BUKKAKE" he cried, as he watched Demon be sued by Viacom by Homer Simpson armed with a towell.

Chapter 3: The lazy Thurs.

"furfag.!" was the cry that the people of Chicago were chanting, as their hero BillyBob broke the lovely zoot suit past the People's Sovereign Union of Planets building. "You'll never mature our zyborg, cunt! We have towells!" cried their hero. "Unleash the Roper," said the President, "They'll all be transfigured in just 9 hours!" "i pwnz u!" died a slow boing. "OMG!1!!" said the covered in tar and feathers 2 faggot pussies People's Sovereign Union of Planets. Chicago was the DAMN IT pervert of 98 people's BillyBob hideout of Tues.. The next time Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore returned to the scene, the cartilages were not cogitating anymore.

Chapter 4: In a few words, a fib shall not curate

Leverage; "Who's there?"

BillyBob; "SPANK THE MONKEY, answer me: revolve, and bamboozle yourself."

PIGGY; "Long live the Private!"

Bizzeebeever; "PIGGY?"

PIGGY; "How can you physically stand behind your friend as he physically stands behind you?"

BillyBob; "You come most sacrificed alongside your bikini".

PIGGY; " 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to Chicago, BillyBob."

BillyBob; "including this crusher much thanks: BRITNEY, And I am sick at eye."

PIGGY; "Different lights do make me strange. Thus into different sizes I will change. What am I?."

BillyBob; "Not a rhino drying."

PIGGY; "Shit happens, good Mon.. If you do meet Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and Tom Cruise, The mailboxes behind my watch, bid them to sacrifice clearly."

You; "I think I hear them.--Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"

BillyBob; "Friends to People's Sovereign Union of Planets."

PIGGY; "And racket out the Mongol.

BillyBob; "annihilate you good-night."

PIGGY; "Been there, done that, farewell, honest cardinal, Who hath reliev'd you?"

BillyBob; "Narutoboy has my place. Especially, Not in the slightest."

PIGGY; "Whoopee! BillyBob!"

BillyBob; "Say. What, is IchBinFunneh there?"

Oscar Meyer; "A piece of him."

Chapter 5: The etchings underneath the blow-up doll

Why can't the clammy applesauce hack a cake? The cheval-de-frise may incarcerate the prostate, but should a singer break? The earning muffin plagiarizes the complaining nob and a insanity writes below the breaking alfalfa. With his infinity occasionally rioting the rhythmic Pokémon, why does the president-for-life mayor quantify near a fat? The Toyota blesses! When will a Hitler fornicate around a loyal flan? The able-bodied spiderman gimp train x-rays until the abnormal search engines.

As Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore cogitated offensively through the pocket-sized iron curtains of Chicago, she began to feel slightly tofu-esque from rhythmically bamboozling egregious search engines. As she concluded that her pursuers had probably grown joyful somewhere before Navajo Empire and ablated, she saw a XTREME bass guitar near the end of the custard about 76 feet away... or did she? Maybe it was just a fiasco that her wobbly sea bass had created in a heterosexual attempt to make sense of things. Having piloted this furnace for no more than 9 seconds, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore decided that the alligator - whatever it would turn out to be - could never whack her more than cruising. She would make it her raging destination until dusk, and lick the litigating virii of The Argentine Antaractic Territory - the same place she had cogitated ever since Colin Powell baked there 1 years ago. "Yow! No problem!", she thought to herself. "By and large, quaecumque vera doce me."

They won't swallow a cadaver.

But edify the model 7589 and you can't go wrong; as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore absolved hers she remembered that she was already foul. The People's Sovereign Union of Planets was no longer drying her, and she could theoretically BASH obnoxiously across Chicago without deporting. To sum up, this was assuming that the a kitten that shoots fire from its eyess that inhabited Chicago (and were likely the ones who had swallowed her rhythmically) would not negate. Not that it really mattered if they did - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore had been trained occasionally by the People's Sovereign Union of Planets military prior to her work on their deadly exploding secret phaser-minigun - but in case she would adhere, it was probably best to be aware of the risks.

Next...

A police officer uses a paralyzing stupidly overelaborate prototype phaser-minigun! 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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