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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
Although I'm not an insect, some people found me very difficult to exterminate. They called me something like 'insane priest.' The first half of my name means the same as 'scrape,' & my last three letters are a metal. Who am I?
It has no top or bottom, but it can hold flesh, bones, and blood all at the same time.
What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?
I can only be played on a windy day