Instead of holding anything medical, This person holds only a screwdriver, But the screwdriver is not really a screwdriver, He only has a phonebox, Which is the reason why he can travel, Who is that?

My first four are two, double take, see you. My last four are the four at the end of the last sixth of the twelve. Call in dear, we’re in a pickle.

Four men met at the bar: Mr. Ship, Mr. Pole, Mr. Rant, and Mr. Stone. When they introduced themselves, They found out they each had the same first name. What was it?

Tantalizing potential, Thieves' touch must be fine, To defeat this top amuser, A cruel joke in pine

Where corvids come to to drink al'caw'hol.