Some of me ride, some of me crash, sometimes I'm known to make a small splash. I'm usually found with objects that bash. I can come as a single, sometimes I come stacked. I'm made to be beaten, but pretty worthless if cracked.

An Eastern ship or scattered parts, the pieces left from one departs. Unread, unwanted electronic bits, to be gifted this would test my wits.

A woman’s garment, silky sheer; a plushy comforts those from fear. The name of youngest leader great in charge of the United States.

You throw away the outside. Then cook the inside. Only to eat the outside, And then throw away the inside.

If you knew the story behind my name, you’d be wary about using my brand. If the product stuck to the story, I’d secretly let the enemy in and option B is what you would have to plan.