My color says I’m innocent, but not all agree. I can build up and tear down, based on the angle you see. If you use me, you may lose me, if you add complexity.

Spaghetti I eat, bad robots I slay. I work with aliens every darn day. Rocks I punch, a career gone South. Keep my wife's name out your bleeping mouth.

I am whispered into crowds and roar alone; I can lift someone up or tear them down without hands. What am I?

Big, small, long, short, regardless of the shape what’s inside of me is the same, yet it’s always different. I can take you around the world, yet I can’t move. I’m silent until I open up, then my word knows no boundaries.

Turtle, Turtle, Ninja Turtle. The ceiling has my greatest signature, orange masked creature. Marble and stone obey my hand, Sculptures and frescoes across the land.