Æ®iç: I am a sausage.
ÐåãðøÞ: Wha?
Æ®iç: I walk upon one leg in the morning, upon one leg in the afternoon and upon one leg in the evening. What am I.
ÐåãðøÞ: A sausage?
Æ®iç:
ÐåãðøÞ: Great concept, but this "riddle" thing of yours needs a bit of tiddlying up.
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