No ballroom training, no formal plan, just shake what moves however you can! A toddler’s triumph, an earthworm’s jiggle, what playful movement bends in the middle?

I am forever. At least that's what some would say. I was under a lot of pressure, but now that's gone away. It used to be hot around me, but now, super cool, I am. Cool enough you could call me ice, or fake me as a scam.

A shoulder riding squawk box, endowed with feathers bright. In a real world scenario, he'd be dinner tonight...

I'm a dress type for the English, and broader for Americans. I'm mandatory in most public buisineses. I'm oversized, graphic, cut-off and pressed. I'll get off your back for someone distressed. What am I?

If you don't cut this, and you end up eating the whole thing, technically you only had one piece. What am I?