Answer:
I get paid to shoot people then blow them up.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot Iām always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
What can you catch but not throw?
I am wood that is neither hard straight or crooked
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.