conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'Yellow Back Radio Broke-Down'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Yellow Back Radio Broke-Down
  Well whaddya expect, Theda, look at all of dem far-out amendments he got pushed through da Constitution. He looks down his nose at us Congressmen, I see him, just because he can do fol de rol, calculate an eclipse, tie an artery, plan an edifice, break a horse, do a mean minuet and play da fiddle, he ain't so smart, why look.
  Look at dis, Peter said, bringing out 24 cards. Credit cards to da finest stores in Boston and New York. He ain't so smart.
  He has nothing but contempt for you Peter, you and your kind, why he called politics the hated occupation.
  Well if you ask me Theda my opinion, I tink some of dees protestors need a little Bonaparte right up side da fucking mop baby, pow dat's what dey need.
  Now you're cooking with gas Peter, my compatriot and dear friend. I've been thinking about it Peter and you know what would happen if the British start acting up or them nigger pirates in Barbary start screwing around with our ships. Do we want to look like faggots?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Upstairs the Pope had an aide roll out a map while he held a pointer. It was a diagram of Yellow Back Radio.
  No, that's just it, the Drag said, there are so many caves around here he could be hiding out in who could tell. Why the night he came to our party there the men fearlessly rode after him and they couldn't find him. Right, men?
  The foreman looked on as the other men lowered their heads. Right Drag, that's what we did. We almost had him but couldn't catch up.
  Shit, man! That's for suckers. Me and you cattlemen are in the same bag, always have been, moolas where it's at, look at that Sistine. Whatdaya think bilt that dump. Cheese? The mob loves final A's, them Protestants they never know, no ritual no class, so that when a generation of kids came along who could concentrate on more than one thing at a time they couldn't handle it.
  The Pope's aide was handing out cigars and the men, leaning back in their chairs, laughed at one another while pulling forward their suspenders.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Upstairs the Pope had an aide roll out a map while he held a pointer. It was a diagram of Yellow Back Radio.
  No, that's just it, the Drag said, there are so many caves around here he could be hiding out in who could tell. Why the night he came to our party there the men fearlessly rode after him and they couldn't find him. Right, men?
  The foreman looked on as the other men lowered their heads. Right Drag, that's what we did. We almost had him but couldn't catch up.
  Shit, man! That's for suckers. Me and you cattlemen are in the same bag, always have been, moolas where it's at, look at that Sistine. Whatdaya think bilt that dump. Cheese? The mob loves final A's, them Protestants they never know, no ritual no class, so that when a generation of kids came along who could concentrate on more than one thing at a time they couldn't handle it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The two pigs with tails curled hoofed it towards the Black Forest surrounding Yellow Back Radio and the sun began to set as it rained on the note in the swinepit behind the gallows:
  It has lately come to our ears, afflicting us with bitter sorrow, that many persons have abandoned themselves to devils, and by their incantations spells and other charms and crafts have slain human infants as well as the offspring of cattle, have withered the crops of the earth the grapes of the vine the fruit of the trees. Men women beasts of burden herd beasts and animals with terrible aches and sore disease. They outrage the Divine Majesty and are the cause of scandal and danger to very many.
  Loop Garoo, whiplashing the green horse, galloped furiously to a cliff overlooking the sea. He could see the Pope's ship heading towards the horizon, oars rowing in steady rhythm and the shields of his guard reflecting the dim rays of the setting sun.
  Loop hesitated on his horse for a moment then, still in the saddle, plunged in. With his rider fastened to him the animal swam towards the Pope's ship which was heading back to its point of origin.
  The Pope chomping on a havana rushed to the ship's railing. Well I'll be damned, and hallelujah, here comes the Loop, the Pontiff smiled. Thomas Jefferson was out of a job but that was O.K. too.