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I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
What is the musical part of a turkey?
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
Why is the letter B always cool?