I can crunch, but I cannot stand windows. People use me to make doctors disappear .

I squeeze my way through a tight space. Sometimes loud, sometimes silent. My presence makes people around me uncomfortable. What am I?

I was once fixed now set free. No one can ever again try to swing me. But in another world they would say oui, you are bound to be absolutely crazy.

The first tells jokes, of which you might laugh, wonder, or rage The second can be taking paint from a wall, or clothes on a stage If you're lucky, you can still find me on a newspaper page

Its a me, I say when I cry my name, As you play my titular game. I am a popular little Italian, Come and choose me and we'll win those medallions