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I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?
What gets closer when you blink?
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What flies without wings?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?