While eating corn flakes, they recorded all the product identification numbers, one by one in sequential order to a USB stick.

Most hate me, but never stop me I change what you write It's never aloud only in words And never through lead only through LED What am I?

A sharp whisper on your skin, it dances with a gleaming grin. Silent sculptor of the legs and face, leaving a delicate smooth, clean trace. If you can't guess what I am my dear, think about Occam and all shall be clear.

I'm called a vegetable by chefs, but a fruit by science. I come in many colors, and I make pasta sauce. What am I?

I’m a flat piece of wood. Too thin to be a log, too long to be a block. Step on me wrong and you’ll hit the water. Nail me together and I become a bridge. What am I?