The British have bad ones, The old use fake, The young have none, You need these if you want to eat a steak! What am I?

Fruit sits ripe, ready to eat, then some poor schlub dumps sugar all over it; They say it’s better, they’ve sweetened the thing, I want to smack them, they’ve ruined my fruit.

It started as a typo, now it is a core game taunt. You belong to me, I have dominated you. In cybersecurity, the system has been compromised.

The wind doesn’t do this. I repeat, the wind does not do this.

No, I don’t want a stinkin’ cracker. And why would you assume my name is Polly? I bet someone punched out one of your eyes because of the way you Aaaaarrrrr