Up a creek? You need me! Went to catholic school or joined a fraternity? I may have been used.

I'm spilled by rats With the right ones, you may reach the clouds very soon I'm a silly British man that goes around in a yellow Mini Cooper Hannibal ate a type of me along with a man's liver

Paired up with a cat, And oh, what a sound! Four lines of her gut, All so tightly wound...

Many hardback books have one. Yellow ones can be scary. The supporting legs and lattice framework of an offshore wind turbine.

No bones to break, yet I twist and I spin, algorithms guide me, through thick and thin. I dream in code while you’re fast asleep, or swipe your job with a mechanical beep.