Answer:
What building has the most stories?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
A necessity to some a treasure to many I'm best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot some like me cold. Some prefer mild some like me bold.
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
I'm at the head of an elephant and at the tail of a squirrel
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.