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"Go away," you shout through the door harshly. Sadly, the once enthusiastic group of Neopets departs. A young one starts sniffling softly as they trek over to the next house, but you pay no mind. You're too busy complaining about how you have nothing good to prepare for breakfast while your pet glares hungrily at all the perfectly edible and delicious food you're passing up. You head...