N Naive New member Mar 23, 2009 #1 With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force its doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I? no one has the right answer yet.. one person so far it's a stapler
With pointed fangs it sits in wait, With piercing force its doles out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I? no one has the right answer yet.. one person so far it's a stapler