Metallic symphony, aligning smiles with precision. Often a teenage rite, they hold the future's grin in place with a shiny embrace.

Teeth rivaling a centipede’s feet. Jaw dislodges, My hunger:Your heat. Unable to chew, I need your hand to eat. My first three a sound and a tie to keep neat.

I can be found in most homes. When you use me I end up covered in foam. I also gave Ramon his edge in the ring. If you're seeking an answer I might be just the thing. A namesake of mine helps people to zoom. Be careful with me or I might be your doom

Multiple branches of critical thinking and logic; Stalks!; A tube for smoke; Support of the liquid container; To dam something, and usually on a smaller scale

With a flick of fingers, a sound so spry, like breaking a twig with a sigh, as quick as a flash, a moment gone by, it's a sound that makes you comply.