I’m less than stop in full and yet there’s slightly more of me I like to tag along with words, I hitchhike plainly seen I’m used to introduce, to list, and join lone clauses hands I hate to brag, but you could say that I’m an Oxford man

One Bunny, a hunter, several birds, and a cat, just a few of the thousand all under my hat. Known hater of carrots, though I’d chew them for jokes. Been gone since nineteen eighty nine, so I guess that’s all folks.

My first part's the opposite of on, My second the opposite of hot. Sometimes you can find me in an oval, Sometimes I'm led by Michael Scott.

You don’t want to meet me out on the green, But if you’re incisive, you’ll know what I mean. Make the cut cleanly to open a steak, and find this riddle a piece of cake.

I live in a can, and green I am. I live in a magical place, where counting often takes place.