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This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. What am I?
I get paid to shoot people then blow them up.
I'm a kind of cup that doesn't hold water, but makes a lot of noise repeatedly. What am I?
If I drink I die. If I eat I am fine. What am I?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?