I can make myself known without noise or form. Or if my creator so intends, signal my presence by roar. It's your cue to flee Often laughed at, but I can clear a room in seconds

I have many stamps but no letters to send, A paper trail that has no end. Red tape and long lines. Follow my rules or you’ll run out of time. Common sense and empathy..pssh don't mean jack, Just ask Hermes Conrad, how he lost his groove back.

I’m called boring before you even try me, yet I’m in ice cream, vibes, and bedroom slang alike. What am I?

Gallows genre. Play grown-up games? Kids pumped up? Use ropes and chains.

They are droppings in a game Flip it, and they're droppings in real life One is desired, the other is not