Crimpman

CrimpMan is hanging over a tank of acid in a dark and eerie warehouse. The Riddleman is prancing around the stairwell spinning his cane.

“You will never get away with this Riddleman!” Crimpman warns.
Riddleman laughs wickedly, “I think I will Crimpman. But look, I’ll make you a deal. If you can answer one of three riddles, I’ll let you go!”

Crimpman takes a deep breath and nods, “Fine.”

Riddleman begins, “I have teeth, but I cut, not bite, what was one is not two, and two is now thrice, what am I?”
Crimpman looks puzzled and reluctantly answers “A dog?”

“NO!” Riddleman shouts.

“A plane?”

“A plane? Really Crimpman?” Riddleman scoffs. “I am a cut off saw, ha-ha. One down two to go!”
“I have many combinations, but only two will match, if you get me wrong, I will fail to latch.”
Crimpman panics, “A photo frame? A coffee cup? A stapler?”

Riddleman pauses and rolls his eyes, “Crimpman, are you just naming things off my desk?”
“Umm… no. Pfft of course not!…….” He laughs nervously.

Crimpman thinks for a few more moments…

“A pen holder?”

Riddleman throws his head back “You are not even trying, what the heck!”

“Ok Crimpman I will make it easy for you, I am hose and I am hydraulic, what am I?”

Crimpman confidently smiles “Oh, I got this, I got this, I am a Crane!” He declares proudly.

Riddleman erupts into uncontrollable laughter “AHHHHHHH! I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST HOSE MAN OF ALL TIME, WHERE DID YOU DO YOUR TRAINING!? … OBVIOUSLY NOT WITH TAIPAN!”