Check me out if you dare, at the airport carasoul. Probably lost or something worse, good luck getting reimbursed.

I'm an oven but you don't want to cook in me unless you want ceramic croissants or clay cookies.

If you click me repeatedly, I'll drive others insane, But I won't assist you in winning a computer game. I'm digital because of what holds me, And analog without wires to control me.

No ballroom training, no formal plan, just shake what moves however you can! A toddler’s triumph, an earthworm’s jiggle, what playful movement bends in the middle?

If you don't cut this, and you end up eating the whole thing, technically you only had one piece. What am I?