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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Responsible for the toupee industry.
Nature's way of applauding a lightning strike.
If you take away one hand Some will remain. What Am I?
There is a pencil, an eraser,ruler and a razor blade in your pocket what is the next thing you can find there?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.