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- Do you have an explanation of its actions?
- What's wrong with that? I've solved the mystery.
- How is it "solved"?
- I found the key - plastids. Affixed to the door - it opened.
- It broke apart.
Well, so you put her, not me. You know how it went, I got to do with it?

When I was in high school, I've been through the accumulation of strange cats on the way home. They were going opposite the huge gates of the house of a rich man. Some one-eyed, the other on three legs, others very shabby... All these cats were gathered there. They all just sat there and looked very expressive. What they said to each other in cat language?

You like puzzles, Raymond king?
Do you like puzzles, Raymond King?

- Margo, guess: no Windows, no doors - full upper room of people.
- The cucumber! Guess: gets the money - not responding to calls.
- And that's not a cucumber! The detention unit.

- Todd! Todd, come on out! Spotlight solved the riddle!
- I did not say...
- Todd! Todd, come on out! Farah had not solved the mystery!

Datatimer, the most mysterious school faculty, more recently, modestly called Automator. Twenty years ago, scared Motivator Dean of Automator spell on themselves, their name and their faculty so that the Enemy Wizards can't find them. The spell was so powerful that since then, the Department could not find one, and the students and teachers of Datatimer adapted to spend the night in the corridors and backrooms of Perverts. In fact, nobody still couldn't find and the Dean of Datatimer, as well as to speak his name. Of Datatimer came out timid and secretive wizards, magical powers which remained the same mystery as the whereabouts of the fourth Department.

- You can't be alone.
Why?
- Because life's not a movie, not to say: yo-Ho-Ho, walk twenty steps to the beach and start to dig where there is drawn a cross. It's complicated! You are waiting for riddles, which I understand better than you.
- Since when?

It seems that on weekends it happens more than any of the incidents, conflicts, explosions of emotions, verisyse peacefully in their own juice for a week, and then months or even years. He never understood why this is happening. Why do these moments always fall on a weekend? Kind of mystery. John always believed that for a showdown more good Friday, but maybe weekends symbolize the destruction of the bridges between weeks and Mondays have these bridges to rebuild?

Who am I? In two words to tell you: who am I, busy what I live. You can?
I will tell you in two words, who I am, what I do and how I live. May I?

You're into puzzles? Seriously? Find her a Rubik's cube, she's so vulgar.

That's the whole story. This is a killer mystery without the murder.

The mystery is interesting, not the truth that she hides and the mystery that it holds.

You're here, riddle me this. What: round - Yes, not a girl; with a tail - not a mouse?

What could destroy the ship, but is afraid of the sun?