_xx_Conan_xx_ the Starry Bori

Neopet

_xx_Conan_xx_ has a Petpet!



Stereo the Halloween Angelpuss
(1356 days and 1 hours old)
[ Zapped by the Petpet Lab Ray ]
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Owner: #000326 (god_puppet)

_xx_Conan_xx_ likes gathering food.
When meeting others, _xx_Conan_xx_ would act very friendly.


- Attributes -

Age: 1,461 days old (35,080 hours)
Level: 6
Gender: Male
Height: 40 cms.
Weight: 40 lbs.

Fishing Skill: 11

Jobs Completed: 0
Jobs Failed: 0
Job Rank: Intern

- Battledome Stats -

Hit Points: 45 / 30
Strength: titanic
Defence: semi-demi-godly
Movement: mach 3
Intelligence: above average

Played: 32
Won: 21
Lost: 11
Drawn: 0
Score: 1,529

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_xx_Conan_xx_'s rating:

5 stars
Description
/ Strangely Charming / Not all there / Gunslinger / Hitchhiker /

To whom it may concern. All this time you thought I was getting better. Well I was. I was getting better at fooling you. I love you all, but I just can't keep up with this game.

I can see that we are gonna be friends.

Of course you drove me crazy all night to get me to Atlantic City. And what a city it is. What a kitty she is, and what a city it is.

Maybe no one hugged me enough as a child. Or maybe someone did too much.

This Halloween, I'm going dressed as the man with the nerves of steel.

Tear it out of these open pages. Women and kids of all ages. Millions of men with blank faces. Italicised lies headlines bold type. Living lives just like deer in headlights, terrified, blind, and wait to die. I wonder when they'll come get me. I wonder when they'll come get me... We want to, have to, need you, And we'll tell you when their hungry again. And we'll tell you when their hungry again. It never ends, never ends... We want to, have to, need You. And we'll tell you when their hungry again. And we'll tell you when their hungry again. It never ends, never ends, never ends. Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky," He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die! You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck, In the back of the neck right between the eyes.'' Big shot screaming,Put your hands in the sky. He says, Give it up boy, give it up or your gonna die, You'll get a bullet in the back of the neck, In the back of the neck right between the eyes!!
I was told you are depressed, by a little bird who was severely hurt, as it did not notice my window. It just flew whenever the wind blows. As it convulsed on the pavement, it whispered, ''I am hated.'' ''Your genetic flaws,'' I said, ''Say it all. You can't decipher reflections from reality but neither can I.