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A precious fluid, thicker than water.
It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
What asks but never answers?
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?