Answer:
I am the ultimate killing machine used not once but TWICE I can be made by humans.
I am expelled from you orally with a sound
I have numbers on my face but can't find 13 any place. What am I?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
This guy crossed a road and everyone wants an explanation.
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?