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With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I have no weight but I could destroy a mansion. What am I?
Canine children.
Where do fish keep their money?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?