Answer:
I am the kind of an ant that's good at math. What am I?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
The 8 of us go forth and back to protect our king from a foes attack
I am a nut with a hole
Tuesday, Sam and Peter went to a restaurant. After eating lunch, they paid the bill. Sam and Peter did not pay. Who did?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.