The Goblin and the Riddle

The goblin had me in a tight spot.

“I haven´t had a human in two hundred years. You are going to be a feast.”

This was not helping, I was cornered and he knew it. Stupidest riddle ever, and I couldn´t think of anything. “An article of clothing, where one is not better than the other.” That didn´t even make sense. Is it a plural or a singular? In a minute or so, I was about to get eaten and there was no help coming. I couldn´t call a friend, or ask the audience. The goblin was now filing his teeth.

“Give up?”

Hell no. I thought about running, but they say you can´t outrun a goblin. Maybe I could throw a rock at him or something? Nope, those damn magical creatures are just too fast.

“I think I´ll start with your throat. A nice, juicy start for a meal.”

This made me really uncomfortable. I loosened my tie, and… got it. I smiled at him, and delivered the answer. You should have seen the look on that goblin´s face.

Get it?