I once had a dial. Then buttons. I had my own booth that some would use to change from normal clothes into undergarments. Now, I just own everybody. What am I?

How did the hackers manage to escape before the police arrived to arrest them? They...

What’s smaller than one but more than five?

The attitude of a fruit grower who thinks they have more refined tastes than others.

I am the only place where nonsense passes as normal.