Created by mistake, your food I will bake. Or nuke as you may say, though dryness I will convey.

I've been told I drag you down, but that's kind of the point!

I have a head but no face, my body swings with force and grace. I drive points home without a word, creating harmony in wood and board.

An airport in Chicago A world war two naval battle A US navy aircraft carrier An island in the Pacific ocean What do all these have in common.

Space Ghost, as a host, knows me twice as much as most. If you live near me, you will probably brag and boast. If your car is left in neutral, it may do this and be toast. What am I?