A sturdy bridge made of one whole wood, strong and flat, carrying you from one side to another without a chat. Unless you ask Rose and Jack, they would tell you that this would have been a nice addition with the door, with such chilly decor.

My subjects are honest they say what they are, A buzz, a splash, a rumble from afar. This strange magic when sound becomes word, Yet my own spelling trips every tongue.

Keep it on your head, or use it to clean the floor, just don't put it back up to when wet.

If you throw it in Japan, you're casting out demons. If you throw it in a bag in America, you're playing to win. If you flick it though, you'd be inappropriate.

Why don’t two skeletons fight eachother?