Answer:
Find me on body builders or in the drink aisle.
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I can be cracked made told and played. What am I?
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?