Someone ripped me off and took my coat of wool.

I was an icon in the heyday of Microsoft word whenever you needed help. But often people did not like me. Now I am relegated to holding documents and being bent out of shape to clean hard to reach places.

Say hello to my friend informally, his name is Gurt.

The Machine Test: Prove you are breathing by staring at a screen. I hunt for the robots, though I am a machine. What am I?

I sound like an insult or a farming tool. When you lose big in the casinos, fool.