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I follow the orders of only two. I respect the work of only two. I am in constant battles with many, Though one surpassed them all. With forces joined, We created hell, Until our mutual enemy fell. Who am I?
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
Bright as diamonds, Loud as thunder, Never still, A thing of wonder.
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?