I am a fruit. If you had two of me, I would sound just the same. If you rearrange my letters, it could be a crime. Add me to a montage and I can become a different fruit. Remove my head and you can still listen; take away the end and I can still be eaten. Without a piece of the center, I am still a word; take away all
of the middle and I am just an acronym. What am I?
A magician is standing on a concrete floor holding a raw egg with his hand outstretched.
Without the aid of any other objects, he is able to drop the egg 2 feet without breaking its shell.
How did he do it?