Your favorite plumber’s favorite tool. I make some pompous foodies drool. But deep deep down I am quite grounded. And through the rain become well rounded.

I’m a maze of voices with doors called subs, where arrows weigh words and karma is coin. An alien guards my gates, and I read it becomes my name.

One way in and two ways out, but once you're in you're already out. What am I?

i can shave every day but my beard will stay the same. what am i?

The largest number no one can describe so short as this, the barber who shaves only those who don’t shave their own tress, Does the list of every list without itself, itself say? Let me warn you that I’m a Cretan, always lying anyway.