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They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
You throw me out when you want to use me and you take me in when you don't want to use me. Who am I?
I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves every day. What am I?
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.