I always go through a door, but I never go in and I never come out. Some use me to peek at what they shouldn’t. You slide a metal tool into my belly, but I have no stomach.

I spray and leap and fall and swish Without ever moving, and may grant a wish! Penny for your thoughts: what am I?

If a space alien made out of Legos could talk, what would be the first thing he would say?

I whirl with purpose, never stray, I carve a tunnel in my prey. Press me forward, hear my thrill What am I, built to pierce at will?

A cheese wheel sacrificed himself to save the others. Why? It was all for the grater...