At this year's MWC in Barcelona, Honor showcased its first-ever AI-powered humanoid robot. And how do you know a robot is any good these days? Of course, by its ability do dance!

This being Honor's first robot, and having seen numerous botched robot launches recently, I wasn't sure what to expect. Honor's robot managed to surprise by being quite a dancer, performing a live act next to actual human dancers on stage in Barcelona.

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After a short chat with Honor's Robot phone, which didn't feel weird at all, the robot walked out just as elegantly as it walked in. Pretty impressive for Honor's first try.

Of course, we don't know if the robot was acting autonomously or whether it was remotely controlled by a human. We also don't know any of its specs, or when it might turn into a real product.

The thing about robots, though, that it's pretty hard to fake them; one little mistake and it could stumble off stage. Honor's did a great job today; we'll see how it develops over time.

At this point, anything President Donald Trump does feels like it’s already been workshopped in the Saturday Night Live writers’ room. The line between satire and reality is practically gone at this point.

This week, with global tensions spiking, the Cold Open returned to familiar territory: James Austin Johnson behind a podium, doing his uncanny Trump, explaining why the United States launched attacks on Iran.

“What is war good for?" Johnson’s Trump begins. "Distracting from the Epstein files."

Subtle, it is not.

The broadcast aired just hours after the United States, in coordination with Israel, launched strikes on Iranian military targets. This then prompted retaliatory attacks, and what Vox describes as the start to a "far-reaching and open-ended war."

Colin Jost’s Pete Hegseth then entered the Cold Open to blaring patriotic rock, brimming with Fox News bravado. "Don’t let my confident demeanor fool you,” Jost’s Hegseth declared. “I’m scared and don’t know what I’m doing."

Saturday Night Live host Connor Storrie and cast member Mikey Day get off to a deeply improper start in this delightfully dramatic, Victorian-era, Bridgerton-coded sketch.

The offense starts with Storrie casually implying — in front of Day’s beau and a gathering of tightly wound aristocrats — that Day is, in fact, quite bad at croquet. Naturally, this grave insult can only be resolved the way gentlemen of the era intended: by slapping each other senseless with gloves.

What begins as a dainty challenge quickly devolves into an increasingly unhinged exchange of theatrical glove-smacks, escalating in both volume and pettiness. But the real fun arrives in the form of Kenan Thompson, who makes it abundantly clear that while Regency-era nobles may tolerate a light face tap, he absolutely does not.

After several people catch an unexpected right hook for their troubles, the dispute ends with honor restored and Storrie "beshatting" himself and conceding defeat.

A very good time all around — and bonus points to the makeup department for those aggressively committed sideburns. Good lord.