A prisoner is told "If you tell a lie we will hang you; if you tell the truth we will shoot you." What can he say to save himself?
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Answer: He says: 'You will hang me.' (If true they must shoot him — making it false; if false they must hang him — making it true. The paradox saves him.)
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