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I'm a god. I'm a planet. I measure heat.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
A box without hinges, lock or key, yet golden treasure lies within.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
What can be filled with empty hands?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?