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Whipping one of these out in the wrong setting is said to be terrible luck.
Touch this and you'll regret it. But if it's cold, you won't forget it. What is it?
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
I am the first you ever saw, what greets you every morning and what goes out in the end.
I travel the world and I am drunk constantly. Who am I?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?