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Plant whose name sounds like a dish full of dairy spread.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?