Unwelcome guest to an impossible feast. Crimson bloom on titanic beast. I pierce through armor, never bone. My bitter song, a monolith’s moan.

I have a tail, and I have a head, and yet I have no body.

I am the currency you cannot save, but cannot avoid spending. Sooner or later you always run out of me.

People love me. They might imitate my face, roast me, or have a rubber figurine of me. They may even yell my name at other people as a warning.

If you're sweet, you can be me. If you're hungry, you can eat me. If you're a plumber, please save me.