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I am the type of room you cannot enter or leave. Raise from the ground below I could be poisonous or a delicious treat.
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand and a stone in my throat. What am I?
Always in you, sometimes on you. If I surround you, I can kill you. What am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?