Drop me in the right substance and I'll make it explode. I also taste alright on my own.

I have three legs when I'm standing, zero when I'm on the go. I used to hold big cameras, nowadays, it's just your phone.

I stood before radar, before radio's call, a steadfast guardian through tempest and squall. By flame, by lens, by electric might, I pierced the dark with guiding light. What am I, watching each night?

I am something that is both physical and metephorical. I power your body physically, and your instincts metaphorically.

Pull on an end and you have a bang. Add some cheese and you have a canape. Light me on fire and you have a riot of colour.