Do their jobs or are fat and lazy Only people that love them call people who don’t crazy Golden, white, small and tall Some people still hate them all

I am the doomslayer of chickens, with knives in each hand. Fear my apathy, for I’m known to startle quickly. My preferred habitat is guerrilla warfare.

The first five you do to erect a tent; remove the naughtiness - I’m using proper pretense. The last four are tines of the same; one less, and you would rule the sea. Put together, I help move hay - or is it barley? Either way, we chased a creature with these. But was the doctor the monster, or were we for chasing with these farming devices?

You can be the small one and I'll be the big one for tonight. Or we could alternate and normalize bidirectionality. Why is it 'big' and 'little' instead of 'outer' and 'inner' anyway?

A broken one can repeat A broken one can repeat A broken one can repeat A broken one can repeat A broken one can repeat A broken one can repeat