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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.
Why are there no living cats on Mars?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Where do animals go to get their new tails when they're broken?
What do you get when you mix lemons with gun powder?
My days are numbered. What am I?