After the man finishes you’ll bite your lip for a few minutes. You’ll chew it, gnaw it, and use another verb and indicates mastication on it. Then you’ll give your best answer.
“Pants?”
The scythe will remove your head in seconds and your last moments will consist of you staring at your parents as your mother hides her face. You’ll wonder if it’s in horror or in shame or if it’s just out of a wish that she’d chosen a somewhat less orthodox Bar Mitzvah venue.
Congratulations on Not Figuring Out the Riddle!
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