conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first three paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Rock Jockeys'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Rock Jockeys
  The front door burst open. A sandy-haired boy who was about three inches taller than Rick strode across the room and fell into the nearest chair. He grinned up at his friend. "I would have bet money on it. How many times have you inspected your pack this week?"
  Rick turned red. "Come off it, J.D. You know the right equipment can mean the difference between life and death up there."
  J.D. sat up. "There's not much chance of anybody getting hurt on good old Sugarloaf. Shoot, we've climbed that mountain a thousand times. It's baby stuff."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: J.D. looked puzzled. "That's the part that's throwing me. The trees up here are so close together, how did the government get the bodies out?"
  J.D. spooned some beans into his mouth. "All these years, since we were kids—heck, since our dads were kids—there have been rumors about a plane crashing on Devil's Wall. We know they launched a full-scale search a few years ago. If they found it, why didn't we see anything in the papers about it?"
  J.D. "Here." He stood up and looked into the forest. "You guys are probably right, but since we're here I'd like to take another look around."
  Rick led the way up the ridge. He stopped to let Spud catch up. "It's not our fault you tried to stuff the whole plane in your pack. And if you had been listening, you'd know we decided to bring our gear and make camp when it got dark. That way we wouldn't have to go back each night and waste time."
  So far they hadn't really discovered anything new. The mountain had a few ridges and narrow valleys, but they were all covered with trees like the place where they had found the bomber.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about handed.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: J. D. looked puzzled. "That's the part that's throwing me. The trees up here are so close together, how did the government get the bodies out?"
  J. D. spooned some beans into his mouth. "All these years, since we were kids—heck, since our dads were kids—there have been rumors about a plane crashing on Devil's Wall. We know they launched a full-scale search a few years ago. If they found it, why didn't we see anything in the papers about it?"
  J. D. shook his head and handed him the plate. "Here. " He stood up and looked into the forest. "You guys are probably right, but since we're here I'd like to take another look around. "
  Rick led the way up the ridge. He stopped to let Spud catch up. "It's not our fault you tried to stuff the whole plane in your pack. And if you had been listening, you'd know we decided to bring our gear and make camp when it got dark. That way we wouldn't have to go back each night and waste time. "
  So far they hadn't really discovered anything new. The mountain had a few ridges and narrow valleys, but they were all covered with trees like the place where they had found the bomber.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Gorgon howls as Warren enters the dark basement to do battle. Warren lowers his eyes, raises his sword and shield, and leaps into action. But will his plan work?
  Why is mild-mannered Amos dressing in leather, slicking back his hair, strutting around the cafeteria, and going by a phony name? Could it be because of that new kid, Slasher, who's promised to eat Amos for lunch? Or has Amos secretly gone undercover? Amos and his pal Dunc have some hot leads and are close to cracking a stolen stereo racket, but Dunc is worried Amos has taken things too far!
  Five... four... three... two... Olympic superstar Francesco Bartoli is about to hurl himself down the face of a mountain in another attempt to clinch the world slalom speed record. Cheering fans and snapping cameras are everywhere. But someone is out to stop him, and Dunc thinks he knows who it is. Can Dunc get to the gate in time to save the day? Will Amos survive longer than fifteen minutes on the icy slopes?
  Amos is desperate. He's desperate for two tickets to the romantic event of his young life... the Road Kill concert! He'll do anything to get them because he heard from a friend of a friend of a friend of Melissa Hansen that she's way into Road Kill. But when he enlists the help of his best friend, Dunc, he winds up with more than he bargained for... backstage, with a mystery to solve.