conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a plot for a story about Cole, Duran, Monkey's entitled The Monkey's Raincoat.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Monkey's Raincoat: Cole is hired by Ellen Lang to find her missing husband and son and in the end, with Cole and Pike's help, she kills former matador and crime boss Domingo Garcia Duran, the man responsible for her husband's death and her son's kidnapping.\nThe facts behind the events leading to Ellen's husband's involvement with Duran and his death are revealed and her son Perry is restored to her.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Monkey's Raincoat
  I went out to the secretary's office and checked her calendar. There weren't any special notes or appointments scheduled for Mr. Rice. There weren't even any unspecial ones. I looked up Garrett Rice in her rolodex and pulled the card. It had his home phone, which I already had, but it also had his home address, which I didn't. I gave him a call, let it ring twenty-two times, then hung up. Maybe he was taking an early lunch.
  I called my office and had the answer machine play back the messages. There weren't any. I didn't like that. After last night, the Eskimo should've called. I punched another line and dialed my house.
  She laughed louder, the strong healthy laugh of a woman at ease with herself. We spent a few minutes bringing each other up to date and trading friendly insults before she said, "Well, since you ain't asked me to marry you yet, I'll bet you're calling for that shiftless brother of mine."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: There was coffee in the pot and a plate of dry toast, and Pike's big Coleman thermos, also filled with coffee. I got out a loaf of white and a half loaf of whole wheat and laid out bread for nine sandwiches. There were two packs of pressed ham, most of a pack of processed chicken, and two ham hocks left in the refrigerator. Enough for nine. I wrapped sweet gherkins and jalapeño-stuffed olives in foil, put them in a Gelson's bag with napkins, then put the sandwiches on top. In another sack I put two six-packs of RC 100, a plastic bottle of water, cups, and some Handi Wipes.
  When the food was ready, Pike took the bags out through the kitchen door and put them in his Jeep. Cold air came in through the open door. While he was out, Ellen Lang, dressed in her jeans and one of my sweatshirts, came down and sat quietly on the stairs, elbows on knees.
  From the entry closet I took out a slicker for Ellen and a nylon rain shell for me. I put Pike's duffel bag and the two guitar cases by the couch. The duffel bag weighed a ton. I shrugged into my shoulder holster, checked the load in the Dan Wesson, and snapped the catch. I went upstairs, found my clip-on holster, and took a 9mm Beretta automatic from the drawer beside my bed and two extra clips. Each clip held fourteen hollow-point hot loads. Pike had made them for me a long time ago. Illegal. But what's that to a tough guy like me? With the rain shell on, you couldn't see either gun. It wouldn't be easy to get to the Dan Wesson, but I didn't expect to have to quick-draw walking out to the Jeep.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Donnie gestured at me. "But this guy's saying he won't play along. You know how Peter is. He can be a monster." He made the nervous glance again, checking the door and the windows for ears. "Hey, I love him like a brother."
  Donnie slumped into his chair and looked depressed. "Yeah, yeah, that's just what'll happen, too. In the back."
  I said, "Donnie. Why don't we go see Peter and get it over with? I'm good. I might even find his kid. Think how happy he'll be then."
  Donnie squinted and thought about it. You could see gears moving and lights flashing behind his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, that's right."
  Donnie's eyes got big and he slapped his hands on the table again as if he'd just found the Rosetta stone. "Yeah, yeah. That's it! Brilliant and gifted are difficult." He jumped up and charged toward the door. "Let's go see him and get it over with."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: ". "Let's go see him and get it over with." He jumped up and charged toward the door. That's it! Brilliant and gifted are difficult. "Yeah, yeah."
  Donnie's eyes got big and he slapped his hands on the table again as if he'd just found the Rosetta stone. "Yeah, yeah, that's right. You could see gears moving and lights flashing behind his eyes."
  Donnie squinted and thought about it. Think how happy he'll be then. I might even find his kid. Why don't we go see Peter and get it over with? I'm good."
  I said, "Donnie. In the back. "Yeah, yeah, that's just what'll happen, too."
  Donnie slumped into his chair and looked depressed. "Hey, I love him like a brother." He made the nervous glance again, checking the door and the windows for ears. He can be a monster. You know how Peter is. "But this guy's saying he won't play along.Donnie gestured at me