Answer:
What’s a tornado’s favorite game?
I am filled with garb the price is free. Just return what you don't need.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.