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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 What is it?
What did zero say to eight?
There is a kind of fish that can never swim. What is that?
When kings, queens, knights and bishops go to war?
We chop its feet; we drink its blood
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?