Hey, everyone. It's me, Sophie again. Things are going great -- Just one of many delights, Edna hasn't gotten any clients for two weeks, while I've been blessed with three in two weeks, as compared to my usual zero. Looks like Neopia's wakin' up and smellin' the coffee, realizing who's really the proper witch for their needs.

However, there's a downside to getting more visitors: Getting more visitors. I'm not exactly a 'social' gal, so this has caused some irritation. Thankfully, it seems that casual visitors have given way to infrequent business types -- I'm sure the occasional zap to the ass on my part helped out a lot. It's not that I hate people...I'm just a girl that needs her space. I trust my throngs upon throngs of loyal devotees understand.

So, this need for space is why I'm put at odds with my new situation...For, as I'm sure you know, I have a pair of new assistants. They're quite skilled, and make my potion brewing much easier...But there's a genuine problem that I find myself addressing with them quite frequently.

They're dumb.

Now, dumb is a subjective thing -- And it's hard to understand it when you've seen how brilliant they are in scientific studies and potion making...But their lack of common sense is highly unsettling.

There's Basa Lo. She's completely absorbed with electronics and videogames -- When she's not working, it's hard to find her doing something that doesn't involve cameras or cellphones or those weird DSeses...She also loves art, but her talent with it is hard to describe. Basa can be found making indecipherable scribbles, carving statuettes of wood, fingerpainting and doing incredibly in-depth sketches, all in the space of an afternoon.

And then, there's Zev. His raw muscle and ability to think outside the box are useful, and the only guy I know who's a bigger teddybear is Bruno...But he tends to make challenges. Challenging the Esophagor to armwrestling, for one. That would be irritating enough -- But considering that the Fairground is within walking distance, it's a wonder I can keep him from running amok.

They also know where to find some interesting items...And by interesting, I mean frickin' weird. Zev installed a TV (Without asking me, of course) -- It's a big screen, it's mostly purple and rubbery, and it's attached to the wall by a bunch of tentacles. I'm almost certain he's using it to piggyback on the human world's sattelite signals -- Somehow or other. Then, there's the little machines and stuff Basa has at her little workbench I got for her...I think she's building weapons, but I'm not sure.

Of course, there's Mucus Kitty MacDuff. I'm sure you remember the Slorgclops I shrunk -- Let's see Edna pull that off. Anyways, Macduff is an odd character. He's ridiculously intelligent -- I often catch him reading books I've left open or finding inventive ways to get food. And he's quite the little scrapper, lemme tell ya; half of the time he's the one to save the Meowclops kittens from wild petpets or thieves, not me. I just have to watch with my scorecards ready.

Speaking of that Slorgclops, it was a bitch to keep his little runaround busy -- The crashes I had heard was him bashing into trees. He tilted them and cracked open the bark, though my magic was able to fix that. The slimetrail decomposed in the air after a while -- As well as proving to contain the Slorg Transmogrification Potion I had needed. But the damage at the clearing was a bit more difficult to fix...Namely, the fallen trees. So, I did what came naturally to me -- An ingenious plan that would have Edna kicking herself for not thinking of it.

I made a fake meteorite and a fake crater, and organized it to look like the meteorite had toppled the trees. And, knowing how people react to such things, no one would question it. When they see a meteorite and fallen trees, they'll never question why they didn't see it falling from space.

People can be so easy to manipulate, in that sense. Like when you sit down at a table -- Will you pick up the napkin with your left hand, or your right? Simple -- You'll pick it up with the same hand used by the first person to pick up their napkin, normally they who are at the head of the table. So, if I say a meteorite fell near my property, people will accept that -- I live there, I'm the only one who claims to have seen it, the evidence is there...

But enough philosophical babble. I've got to go prepare my next potion -- A delightful concoction for making anyone who drinks it get twice as fat for everything exceedingly unhealthy they eat. It'll wear off eventually -- But it'll be useful for teaching someone to stick to a diet.

So I'll see you later, loyal fans. I'm just as dedicated to you as you are to me! Sophie, signing off.