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I smell like blue paint pours like green paint and I look like a red truck.
I can be in your body but never on your placemat. I'm always better when I'm fresh, but you'll never see me in the flesh. What am I?
Draw fire or fill me; I'm still empty.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh but my heart is made of stone.
When you need me, you must find me. When you find me, you no longer need me. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?