"What Goes Around Comes Around... Punk" by imaqtpie398 As she approached the counter, she was silently going over what to say. Excuse me, ma'am. I really want that Icklesaur over there, but I'm one neopoint short. Could you make an exception, please? Excuse me, ma'am. I'm one neopoint short to buy that Icklesaur. Can we haggle?
A Who's Who of Neopia: Where Are They Now? Where do they go?
Through careful research and discreet following (which is clearly different
than stalking), these probing questions now have answers.
Roomies: Part One Jhudora woke up to the smell of smoke. Jolting
from her dream, she noticed that her lair (cloud and all) was being engulfed
by giant red flames...