Drinks in my name do not taste anything like me. You get my color by mixing red and blue. I am sometimes associated with wrath.

A player’s partner, yet not alive, a frame of strings where swift balls dive. In courts of green it sings and sways, the echo of battles in bright summer days. I help you fight and win

A small place to rest onto an island full of nest, I just enjoy fun sandy place this may bring.

I have a theory... A conspiracy theory! In addition to tinfoil hats, we'll need a corkboard, push pins and plenty of this stuff. I've got BOXES full of Pepe!

It starts with a thought. There's a cat in me. Put a particle, and it dies. Or so you think. You can't see it, but the states... there are two, both at once. I'll ask you this one time... what am I?