Answer:
I'm a kind of cup that doesn't hold water, but makes a lot of noise repeatedly. What am I?
Everyone has me and no one can lose me. What am I?
In your fire you hear me scream creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
The more you take of me the more you leave behind.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes yet I see. You can see and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.