Bob is a mail carrier. He wakes up each morning and ANSWER to go to work. At each ANSWER he delivers the ANSWER. At the end of the day, he goes home, eats dinner, and scrubs the ANSWER and pans.

I have many layers but I’m not a tale, no tears like onions when I’m unveiled. Green and round, in gardens I grow, what am I you slice just so?

Wear permanent art Lasts forever Get a heart on your heart Or put it wherever

Nevermore Nevermore Nevermore Nevermore Quoth?

A term for a generation, fitting to explode. If you slang an ‘ANG’ on the end, it’ll come back when it’s thrown. Also a term for a button cap, if you know, you know. Less the last two it’s a noise, after sonic is where it goes.