CUE THE NOIRE SAXOPHONE MUSIC To help the dame, I needed information, and knew I was going to have to Pry it out of someone. So I tightened my trenchcoat and went to the place where murder goes drinking. It was an aptly-named watering hole. The pun made my eyes roll back like a museum crate lid. It was a little too on the nose... well... on the beak. I knew I was going to need Leverage. Those birdbrains had thick skulls and I was going to need a long tool made of steel to extract anything. Maybe if the end of the tool looked a bit like one of their clawed feet, it would give them pause. Luckily, I found the perfect tool sitting out next to a warehouse.

I can be used as a bolt or pin. I can hang, fasten, or mark a thing. If you suggest me during intercourse, you might be admired or called the worst.

I have branches, but no leaves, and tellers, but no tales. I hold your interest, but offer no opinions. What am I?

I'm an aviary type and yes my bones are hollow. At least my name carries no innuendo, like that little weirdo swallow.

I can be baked but I'm not bread. When I'm hot, people want to get rid of me. I'm a component in chip manufacturing but I'm not silicon. When there are many of me that are small, we're insignificant. When people sit on a couch, they can become a kind of me.