I don't know what this is

Hey and welcome to the pickle entry zone. Please enter.

The boy entered.

Apparently he did not really enter, but just seemed to enter. Entering was harder than he had expected it to be. You see, there was this thing called a door.

In New Zealand, a farmer tried to plow his crops using potato chips. It didnt seem to work. He consulted the book coincidentally in his hand, "A Guide To Human Intellgience".

A ha. A ha and another ha. That makes two original ha's.

A stereotypical ha is spelt with two letters, an h and an a. This is the stereotypical ha - "HA".

There are many types of ha's, usually categorised into rain types.

Categorised? Does that even un-exist?

Winston looked at the newspaper and realized he was late. Late for something. Whatever it was, he was late for it.

Oh no. He looked at the newspaper. It was like his watch, it told the date but not the time. Good enough. He shrugged multiple times to the beat and rhythm of the trains going past.

Screeching noises. Oh joy.

Somewhere, elsewhere, and nowhere, a boy tried to enter the pickle entry zone, a place where pickled entered.

Not good enough, not good enough. What was the secret ultra-cool code he had to type while humming the Mission Impossible tune?

Dum dum di dum, dum dum di dum.

Action thrillers, i like em.

GINGIVITIS! exclaimed a man and ran off into the horizon, even though it was not possible.

Someplace in New Zealand, a farmer decided that the guide was failing him. He used his own brand of creativity, in all its originality, and curled up and dyed.

His hair.

Apparently, green hair attracts pickleotitis.

It does, doesnt it?

What do you mean, it doesnt?

A man was talking to himself in front of a wall. You could even say he was talking to a wall if only he wasn't.

The point being, a man was talking to a wall.

"I dont know what this is" said the man to the wall.

There was no reply, only a strange and eerie silence.

The man decided that it was pointless talking to himself (or in this case, a wall) and decided to talk to the corner.

The corner made no reply either.

Someplace in New Zealand, at a specific farm, of unknown co-ordinates, was a farmer, who had just curled up and dyed.

He had nothing else to do, so he watched a few episodes of Barney and was treated at the hotel after severe trauma.

At another place, was a polar bear. What it was doing, to be precise, was being a polar bear.

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Read a boy out loud to his classmates.

Disclaimers are not something of particular interest, eh, somewhat?

No.2 replied.

Ho hum ho hum.

Strange humming noises were heard in the train station. And whistling too, but mainly Mission Impossible style humming.

"BORN TO BE WILLLLLDDDD!!!!!!" cried a guy on a motorbike. He then crashed into a tree.

Blood. Oh, blood. Doctor, you go first.

"Spatula".

"Scissors".

"Syringe."

He mumbled through his facemask, words. Of no interest, too.

New Zealand - a hospital. In it, a guy in pain. "Syringe". Doctor's office 4.

Three words that make no sense when together are you, me, and dupree.

No, no, no. Thats not how Mission Impossible goes.

It goes dumm dumm (di) dummm. (repeat)*

• - You may have to use emphasis on the (di)

Loud shouting then occurred.

Yow hee, said a nonexistent person.

Winston shrugged. The shrug was of no particular value. He just felt like shrugging and shrugged. It was as easy a pushing your shoulders up and making a dumbfounded expression.

Winston shrugged at the thought and recieved a large amount of glaring people.

Electrical cables hurt apparently.

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A boy posted on Illogicopedia under his new username "SuperSpammerZZZ". With names like that, you'd expect to be banned.

He didn't, because he didn't spam.

However, he did troll, and so was sent under a bridge to live.

It was dark and dinky, and it stunk. Like Testostereich, only worse.

Another person coughed in the distance and died.

"Meh" said a perosn to himself. It was of no particular interest to say "Meh". It was just there.

New Zealander farmers do frequently get trauma from childish cartoons, thought a doctor to himself.

"Meh" a person exclaimed.

There are three z's in jackpot, am i right? The boy was wrong.

A spanking we will go, a spanking we will go. Seven drunk dwarves head out for their so-called sleazy work.

A boy cried in the distance, he had heart problems.

"Meh" a person exclaimed, and was shot.

A troll slept under a dinky bridge, it smelt. Like olive oil, only worse.

Blacksmith Guy did nothing. He didnt need to, so he saw no point in doing so. He did however, do something, as doing nothing is something.

In a way, he did something of nothing.

A child cried over spilt milk and birds flapped their dragon tails in the far horizon. Neverending, neverending googly eyes were flying through the vast sky. They hurt.

"Meh" a person exclaimed and was shot.

A boy entered the pickle entry zone, and was shot.

"Next".

Chapter 2, the chapter that is 2

Chapter 2 had just started. A doctor died of canceroius crabs.

A boy jumped over a bottle, tripped and got a load of rubbish for his birthday. "Um, what?" said he to his friend. Look at me, i have rubbish for my birthday.

Hoo da hee.

Hoo da hee.

A man flapped his wings furiously, and then he thought "It's a wonderful word, isn't it?". After that, he was hit by an overpassing plane.

Over passing? Is that like 80% on an exam, or something? Or something? WHAT COULD THAT SOMETHING EVEN BE?

Barney thought furiously. Not furious thoughts, just furiously. And then he thought again. Thought and think are two different things, are they not?

Whatever, he said and shoved spam into the bin.

A secret agent was eating a pie for no apparent reason, he was just eating a pie. Like he was just eating a pie, and reading a book, ok? The book was just there, so he read it. And so was the pie. But he didnt read the pie, you know? Get what im saying? The book was there. The pie was there. So, he ate the pie and read the book, so simple? Okay? And the book was called, "How To Eat A Pie". So coincidental, ok? Ok? OK? OK!!!!!

Repetition is a queer thing.

Violent Joe was shooting cows. With his bottle o' jell. How, no one knows, he was just doing it, because he could. It was possible.

Many things are possible. Doctors can fly, said an injured man with wings, his name was Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 (see Illogicopedia:Copyrights for details)

He then looked at the moon, and swore he saw a cow jumping over it, and the spoon ran away with the fork.

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Um, how queer.

A boy looked at the cube and thought about what he could do with this cube. He could do things that people who found cubes could do, I guess.

He proceeded to do these things.

They were things people did when they found cubes and thought about what things people did when they found the cubes as well.

He then proceeded to put the cube down.

This was an act of sheer stupidity, because then he looked down and saw that the cube was on the floor.

"Ooh, a cube". He could do things that people who found cubes could do.

He proceeded to do these things.

See step 4.

"Ooh, a manual."

Chapter 3, The Hitchiker's Manual To Screw Driving

Screw Driving is very hard to do, as a matter of fact, it may in fact screw you up. To Screw Drive, sit on a large Screwmobile, preferabbly one of the modern category, and place the key into the ignition. Turn with your fingers by grasping and rotating, until you hear a sound similar to some guy on a diet. Put your foot on the screw and drive. Just drive. Dont stop, because then you'll be Screw Stopping.

Show Stopping is easy to do, in fact all you have to do, is say C and 4, and run out with a high-pitched wail.

Run out, to be precise, and not in. Keep note that the wail must be on a frequency between the sound of a dying man and a croaking frog, in other words, a high-pitched wail.

Show Driving is non-existent and thus hard to do, it involves making Show Driving existent. Which is hard to do.

Existing is a very long and difficult process. It involves going to Existence Brothers And Co., and signing up for a deal. You may select one of three choices, Short Existance, Medium Existence, or Long existence. These vary in age. Long Existence requires a lot of cash, so go for Very Short Existence, enjoy the first few seconds of your life and then crawl onto the road and cease to exist.

Then sign up for another deal.

News Papering is enormously easy, it involves papering news. To do this, paper the news.

Doing This is incredibly hard, it requires extreme focus and the ability to read text, English text. This text also comes in other languages, such as Chinese, Catalan, French and Hungaromanian. Also, it comes in Simplified English.

Chinese Edition:

螺杆驾驶是非常艰苦的事，事实上，它实际上可能螺杆你。以螺旋传动，坐在一个大Screwmobile ， preferabbly一个现代分类，并把关键的点火。反过来用手指抓住和旋转，直到你听到声音类似[ [有些人|有些家伙] ]饮食。把你的脚的螺丝和驱动器。只要驱动器。不要停止，因为那时您将螺杆停止。

查看停车是很容易做到的，其实你所要做的，是说C和4 ，并运行了一个高投哀号。

用完了，要准确，而不是英寸请注意，哀号必须之间的频率的声音，一个垂死男子及一名青蛙青蛙，换句话说，高投哀号。

显示驱动是不存在的，因此很难做到，它涉及使显示驱动存在。这是很难做到。

现有的是一个非常漫长和艰难的进程。它涉及到要生存兄弟有限公司，并签署了一项协议。您可以选择以下三种选择，短期存在，中等存在，或长期存在。这些不同的年龄。长期存在需要大量的现金，所以去甚短生存，享受几秒钟的第一次你的生活，然后点击抓取的道路上和不复存在。

然后注册一个协议。

新闻Papering是非常容易的，它涉及papering消息。为此，文件的消息。

这样做，这是难以置信的困难，它需要极度关注，并能够阅读文本，英文文本。本文还以其他语言，如中文，加泰罗尼亚语，法语和Hungaromanian 。另外，它使用了简体中文。

Chapter 4, hey hey hey

Hey hey hey.

Vote for me, i spread propaganda!

And bribes, in $15 denominations. And i denominate fractions.

Ah-hem ah-hem. Let's all sing to a beat by coughing at irregular intervals.

The Song

Which song? I know, the hi-ho one.

Ah hem, ah hem, ah hem ah hem ah hem.

AH HEM AH HEM, AH HEM, AH HEM, AH HEM!, AH HEM!, AH HEM! *

* - Repeat song

After repeating song, you may sit down and hum to yourself.

Hum hummm, hum, hummmm, hum hum hum hum hum hummmmm,

HUM HUMM HUM HUMM, HUM HUMM, HUM HUMM, HUM HUM HUM HUM HUM HUM!

Hom him, heh ham, hoh him hem ham hom badabam, ching zhong wa hooey,

I like stoopie, pa cho pa chop pork chop!

Um, what?

The person died. Oh yes, the person died.

Jijijijijijibubu!

JIJIJIJIJIJIJIBUBU!

JIJIJIJIJIJIBUBU!

JOJOJOJOJOJOJOBOBO!

JAJAJAJAJAJABABAY!

HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO.

JAHOOEY! JAHOOEY!

This is a ancient chant passed down from generation to generation of the Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Tribe.

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Copyrights, they give us the right to copy, yay illegal stuff, like swine flu.

Which by the way is made up of 1 Hydrogen Atom and 1 Nitrogen Atom = H1N1.

Smart, eh wut?

Oar.