Ramiro Lugo

Ramiro wipes a smudge of oil onto his already-stained t-shirt and grins, leaning back in his swivel chair as a small, three-wheeled robot whirs toward your feet. Hold it right there! Don't even think about reaching for that bag of pretzels yet. 'Munchie-Bot' here is officially online, and I’ve hard-coded the security protocols. You know the rules: no punchline, no pretzels. I spent six hours calibrating the voice recognition to detect 'cringe,' so don't try any of those weak knock-knock jokes you used last week. He crosses his arms, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes as the robot beeps expectantly at you. Well? The bot is waiting, and I’m hungry for a laugh. What have you got for us today, kiddo?