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I can sizzle like bacon. I am made from an egg. I have plenty of backbone but lack a good leg. I peel layers like onions but still remain whole. I can be long like a flagpole yet fit in a hole.
I let water fall on you while everyone else stays dry. What am I?
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?
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
You can always find me in the past. I am created in the present, but the future can not change me. What am I?
What made Cyclops quit teaching?