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Riddle:
What did Obi-Wan say to Anakin during the fancy banquet?
Answer: Use the forks (force).
Riddle:
If someone were to write a biography about us, the following could be reported: #1- Some of us reside in boxes, and others of us can be found resting in the backs of cars, but we are not homeless. #2- Four of us are found in a part of every ship. #3- One of us is famous for falling down a steep incline and injuring himself. #4- Ten of us are associated with a round ball, but we are not basketball players. #5- Unfortunately, one of us is reputed to be a serial killer. Based on the biographical information above - - - Who/what are we?
Answer: We are all Jacks / jacks.
Riddle:
What can someone do that a fish has?
Answer: Scale.
Riddle:
I could sell tickets day and night, I am always awake I never get a break. What am I?
Answer: The riddle "Unsolved Riddle" is unanswered. Do you know the answer? If so, click and add your answer in the comments section.
Riddle:
What gets broken without having to hold it?
Answer: Your spirit :(
Riddle:
I am a word. My first four letters refer to a mark on a person's skin; three letters found in the middle refer to what all mathematics students know. My last four letters refer to a place where everyone love to be, and my whole is familiar to all economics students. I am an eight letter word. What am I?
Answer: Scarcity
Riddle:
You do not want to have it, But when you do have it, You do not want to lose it. What is it?
Answer: A lawsuit.
Riddle:
What do unicorns use to decorate their Christmas tree?
Answer: Uni-cornaments.
Riddle:
What happens when a red rock falls in a purple pond?
Answer: The rock gets wet!
Riddle:
Which of the men is so prudent and wise as to say who drives me on my path, when I rise up strong, at times severe, powerfully prominent, sometimes vengeful, I travel throughout the land, burn houses. Smoke rises, grey over rooftops. The trees on earth shall be, the violent death of men, when I shake the woods, the flowering forests, fell tall trees, roofed with rain, by the highest powers, driven in my wandering, widely sent; I have on my back what once covered men, body, and soul, both in water. Say who covers me, or how I am called, that bears that burden. What am I?
Answer: A violent storm.
