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What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
I can sizzle like bacon, I am made with an egg. I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole. I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole.
You can see nothing else, When you look in my face, I will look you in the eye, And I will never lie.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?