Answer:
I row quickly with four oars but never comes out from under my own roof.
I canβt go left I canβt go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high.
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I am what bring things together. Without me everything you see would be a total mass or debris everywhere.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?