I bring discounts, but I do not bring quality. You associate me with people fighting.

I wait in jars or boxes tight, a golden round of pure pastry delight. You swore you’d have just one, then stop, but now the sleeve is at the top.

Alone, I’m rather harmless, but remember faces well With two, we have attempted murder, though harm never befell

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Am I an assassin that creeps in the night, or perhaps I'm a famous green motorbike, some kitchen gadgets or a streamer some like