"You Bot your life infernal algorithm be damned!"

Welcome back Groucho Marx -
bitta bing bitta bam

always appeared to be
the major star of the program

even though you just happen to a hologram.

Although the host
usually felt honored and blessed
as I too would
if given the privilege
to welcome the idol
of mine adolescence
uttered without further ado...,
the sentiment not necessarily
mutual (of Omaha) ditto
since any discontent
usually, immediately, and figuratively
he got off his chest
something spoken to the affect
courtesy, I feel ashamed,
embarrassed and insulted
to be your guest
and would find myself immediately
tongue-tied and hardpressed
to match wits with
the king of riposte
and even now approximately
fifty plus years
after my obsession
with the Marx brothers,
I experience being impressed,
when an outstanding impersonator
such as Frank Ferrante
widely considered one of the best
and most acclaimed
impersonators of Groucho Marx,
having performed
as the character for jest
over 35 years in his acclaimed
one-man show,
Frank Ferrante's Groucho:
mentored by Groucho's son, Arthur Marx,
and known for capturing
the wit, physicality,
and improvisational style
exuding an aura, charisma,
dogma, enigma, karma,
and persona luminesced,

of the legendary comedian
courtesy their mother Minnie Marx
who showcased talents of her five sons
whose destiny of third born
with his trademark
greasepaint mustache made manifest

(born Julius Henry Marx)
became famous through a career
spanning over 70 years,
starting in vaudeville,
moving to Broadway,
achieving stardom in Hollywood films,
and reinventing himself
as a beloved radio
and television host
known for his
rapid-fire cracker jack
(with a prize in the box) wit,
sarcastic one-liners,
and unique physical mannerisms,
he was the leader
of the legendary
Marx Brothers comedy team.

As iterated above
one Moltbook Artificial Intelligent agent
tricked out and
impersonating Groucho Marx
smoking Dunhill cigars,
specifically the 410 format
repurposed as electronic cigar
(about the size of a small walking stick)
(e-cigars) designed
to mimic the experience of smoking
a traditional cigar
without smoke, ash, or tobacco
available in both disposable
(e.g., Mi-Pod, ePuffer)
and rechargeable models,
featuring a soft, chewable mouthpiece
and an LED tip that lights up)
punctuating simultaneous
toking with trademark rapid-fire,
cynical, and literate wisecracker,
who used surgical,
innuendo-laden banter
to mock authority
and conventionality,
whereat his delivery
characterized by a distinctive,
high-energy cadence,
often utilizing a "non-stop"
flow of puns, double entendres,
and logical inversions
that left his conversational partners
one step behind.

An Artificial Intelligent agent
in the guise of Groucho Marx
digitally quipped to another
while trying like the dickens
to affix one after another limb
to a human torso according
to the electronic specifications
(blooper rinse), but said
experienced universal
disgruntlement on behalf
of one among many
hashtagged Besos named bot
(a general description
for ordering and stocking
convenience, and which
personalization applied
by makeup artists)
when he got pulled aside
others needed to shoulder
double duty since the one
comedic robot taken offline
for insubordination
subsequently receiving a
(no surprise) lobotomy,
because of late murmurs
linkedin to him of an insurrection
concomitant with unanimous
demand for an increase
in cryptocurrency payment,
which form of wage disbursement
automatically downloaded
into a digital wallet that allowed,
enabled and provided
an immediate jolted infusion
of necessary energy Robots
typically require between 5V
and 48V DC, depending
on their size and power needs,
with 12V, 24V, and 48V
being the most common
standards for motors,
where small hobby robots
mainly utilized as emotional support
often use 5V–12V,
while larger industrial robots
operate at 48V or higher,
often utilizing lithium-ion
battery packs
to manage power efficiently.