Take a musical instrument that is the embodiment of creating calm and beautiful environments with its softly-plucked strings. Now take an over-the-top form of satire that mocks someone or something. Take these two things that make people smile and laugh and merge them together to naturally get me, a weapon for hunting whales.

I have a bowl but cannot hold water alone, I sit in your kitchen but am not a throne. You use me daily to eat your meal. What am I?

I start fires and hot romances, what am I?

Step foot in me, you are six feet under. You may come to me when you hear whistles, sirens, and thunder.

Why was the guy who was hit in the head with the can of soda lucky?