The Cauldron Clash
Interviewer: Welcome everyone! In today’s interview, we have two special witches
with me today, one of whom you’re all horribly familiar with and another up-and-coming
new sorceress! Please restrain your applause and welcome Edna, witch of the Haunted
Woods, and Sophie, witch of Bogshot!
…Okay! First question for the lovely ladies! Who do you think has the better
Edna: I do of course; the shorter the better.
Sophie: Please, your name reeks of age and dust, my name’s better.
Edna: With age and dust comes great wisdom! I am an experienced witch who knows
her advanced magic spells and potion-making, unlike you of course.
Sophie: I’m allergic to dust. And if you admit to being that dusty and old,
I’d be surprised if you denied the fact that you’ve forgotten some basic enchantments
inside that cobweb-filled head of yours.
Edna: For one who lives in a swamp, you’re one to talk.
Sophie: And what’s wrong with Bogshot?
Edna: It’s unsanitary. With you being young and ‘intelligent,’ people would
think you’d be smart enough to move elsewhere.
Sophie: Bogshot is a very cozy place to live in! Not only can you find unsuspecting
creatures to test your magic on, but almost all of the ingredients needed to
conjure up special potions are just within your reach! But wait, I forgot, you’re
too OLD to walk even just a few feet to reach your broom…
Edna: Now listen here! I’m not back in my 240s where I can just mosey over
to necessary ingredients for my magic and just get them! That’s why people do
quests for me, so I can reward them accordingly for their hard work and dedication!
Sophie: You know, I’ve asked many a Neopian, and the majority seems to agree
that they only bother with your excruciating excursions for a “Something has
Happened” event box to appear over their heads signifying their obtainment
of your horrible avatar.
Edna: That’s a neat shot of me in my avatar, that is…Hey at least people would
willingly flaunt my avatar rather than yours.
Sophie: I’m still threatening The Neopets Team to turn them into Bogberries
if they don’t make my avatar harder to get. Besides, I heard that you don’t
“reward people accordingly” enough depending on how much they spend on you.
I heard you once gave a Slimesicle to someone who spent 5,000 Neopoints on you?
Come on, Edna.
Edna: Well, it’s not like I’m that ditsy Kayla where I can sell my potions
to earn a sufficient living every day. Does she not realize how much neopoints
Sophie: Sad to see talent like that wasted. It’s so – Hey! Stop trying to change
Edna: The young are so easily fooled these days.
Sophie: Only because the old waste their time thinking of ways to thwart the
young’s daily lives. But with you bragging on and on about your advanced magical
talents, why haven’t you created some potion which can alter your appearance
to make yourself younger?
Edna: I’m perfectly happy with how I look now. No need for magic there.
Sophie: So you’re saying that you are proud of your wizened face and countless
Edna: Well for starters, you didn’t have to put it that way…and why must you
be so cruel to an old woman?
Sophie: Aren’t witches supposed to be evil?
Edna: Well yes, but -
Sophie: And if you’re a supposed witch, shouldn’t you be able to retaliate
with a snide remark of your own?
Edna: Of course I could, but-
Sophie: Are you getting too old for this, Edna? Ashamed of what you are now?!
Edna: That’s not-
Sophie: Do you even use your broom?
Edna: I… – what?
Sophie: Besides sweeping your dusty, haha, dusty…I mean besides sweeping your
dusty floor with it, when was the last time you actually rode on it? I doubt
you remember how to even ride it.
Edna: W-Where did this question come from? I…I use it plenty…to fly and soar
above the Haunted Woods, and…and…get out once in awhile to exercise…
Sophie: Edna, are you alright?
Edna: You just don’t understand! You don’t get how hard my life is! Every day
I truly want to reward my questers with something satisfying enough to compensate
for their immense help, but I simply can’t afford it! Every night it’s so hard
to sleep with that moaning lump of snot, the Esophagor, just a few feet away
wailing at the top of his gooey lungs. Every day for one hour I disappear within
the depths of my castle, so that no one can find me and it appears that “Nobody
seems to be home.” I cry during that time. And as that hour is almost at its
end I have no choice but to return to the top floors of my castle and act like
my supposed evil self, offering quests as usual. I…I just want a friend...Such
harassment on this poor and lonely soul…I’m such a disgrace to our kind…
Sophie: Edna…I’m…sorry. I never realized how hard it must be for you…I honestly
didn’t know, I’m truly sorry. There there, you know I didn’t mean all of the
things I said.
Edna: Well, now you know…I don’t know why we started arguing at all. Believe
it or not, we have a lot in common…I’ve read about you and your nefarious deeds.
You’re an inspiration to young witches all over Neopia, except Kayla of course.
Sophie: That means so much to me, thank you. You know, this whole “meeting
for the first time” thing didn’t exactly work out at the beginning. D’you mind
if we share a cup of Festering Coffee and start over?
*collective “Aww” from the audience*
Edna: That would be great, I’d love to learn more about your life in Bogshot;
getting a bit tired of the Haunted Woods, you know.
Sophie: No problem! I’ve never actually been inside your tower, would you in
turn grace me with that privilege?
Edna: Will do. I sincerely hope this’ll work out for the best. You’ll be the
first friend that I’ll have the honor of knowing.
Interviewer: Well that was extremely touching…even brought a tear to my eye…Let’s
give a witchy round of applause to Edna and Sophie for being able to share this
wonderful experience with us!
Interviewer: Thank you both for your time; until next time, everyone!