Intense interrogation, bars in parallel, Or ostentatious dentistry that shows you're doing well

There's an inspector out there carrying this name, He go goes with his arms and he is drawn to fame.

I sizzle in the skillet, I curl as I cook, and send a smoky scent around every nook. By the time I’m crispy and ready to eat, there’s nothing quite like that savory treat.

My first five, in a saying, come before 'but no cigar' My last three artists must perform, with lyrics, jokes, guitars Together I am storage with a horizontal bar

Like a backpack, I hold your stuff, just my design is far more rough. Picture a stick, slung over shoulder, and this tied neatly, stuff in order.