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To unravel me you need a simple key, no key that was made by locksmith's hand. But a key that only I will understand.
Give it food and it will live, give it water and it will die.
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?