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I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
What is neither inside the house nor outside the house but a necessity for any home?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
Two in a whole and four in a pair. And six in a trio you see. And eight's a quartet but what you must get. Is the name that fits just one of me?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?