At 12/22/08 11:38 PM, iCock wrote:
You are trapped in a room with 4 walls,floor and a ceiling. There are two identical doors. One leads to being forever in heaven, the other leads to being forever in hell. You do not know which door is which, and you would prefer to go to heaven. There are two talking birds sitting in the center of the room. One bird always tells the truth, the other bird always lies. You do not know which one is which. You can ask two birds one question each. You must find out which door leads to heaven. What will you ask each bird?
Well, before I asked any questions, I'd click on everything in the room. After a while, I'd find the gold key on top of a door frame and a patched hole in the wall that is easily open, which reveals a chest.
This chest has a 5-digit numerical key, so I count all the feathers on the birds, divide by two, add the number of visible doors, and then multiply by Tom Fulps age - rounding down, of course.
Once the chest opens, I find a small crowbar and a portable metal detector. Using the detector on the ceiling, I find a chunk of metal behind the plaster. Hammering away at the plaster, a large box falls out of the ceiling, narrowly missing me. This chest needs a key, but has two extra round holes near the lock. The key fits, but won't turn.
I pick up the birds carefully, and stuff their beaks into the holes. This allows the key to turn, and the box opens. I remove the birds and put them back where I found them.
In the box is shoestring, a wire hanger, an engine from a '71 Volkswagen beetle, and a complete craftsman tool kit.
After a long pause of serious thinking, I pick up the biggest wrench and smack the bird closest to me with it so he squawks. Then I ask him: "If I ask the other bird which way is Heaven what door would he say".
The bird looks at me quizzically and says nothing. Then I remember that although birds can talk, they don't understand English, and can't answer me.
With all the tools I have, I build a gas-powered hibachi stove, and then once it's running nice and hot, I club the two birds into expiration, pluck them, and using the shoestring and wire hanger, make a nice rotisserie.
An hour later, they are cooked through nice and evenly, and I am now refreshed and ready to go on.
I walk over to one door, and put my hand on it. It's cool to the touch. The other one - quite warm.
I open the cool door, and there is the St. Peter, waiting to let me into Heaven, I shake his hand and say "Thanks! By the way, there's a drumstick left if you want it!"
And that's how I'd solve this riddle!
