conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Addy, Toronto, Wylder with the genre: Children's Books, Comics & Graphic Novels
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Viminy Crowe's Comic Book'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Viminy Crowe's Comic Book
  Addy's phone made its ding-dong doorbell sound, telling her there was a text from the person who slept on the living room couch.
  When Uncle Vim had clogged up the plot with too many complications, it was Addy who reminded him to "Keep it simple! It's all about the gold." He'd been so grateful for her input that he brought home an add-on rodent terrace for Catnip's ever-growing estate on the kitchen windowsill.
  And now, Wylder Wallace had spilled salad dressing across the table, so Addy had to scram out of there with icky sludge all over her only pair of jeans. And when she got to the washroom, there was one of those annoying yellow signs dangling on the door: CLOSED FOR CLEANING. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. PLEASE USE FACILITY ON LEVEL C.
  Level C? Level C was all the way across the convention hall and up the escalator. The slimy orange gunk would probably have burned a hole through the denim by then.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Viminy Crowe's Comic Book
  Addy's phone made its ding-dong doorbell sound, telling her there was a text from the person who slept on the living room couch.
  When Uncle Vim had clogged up the plot with too many complications, it was Addy who reminded him to "Keep it simple! It's all about the gold." He'd been so grateful for her input that he brought home an add-on rodent terrace for Catnip's ever-growing estate on the kitchen windowsill.
  And now, Wylder Wallace had spilled salad dressing across the table, so Addy had to scram out of there with icky sludge all over her only pair of jeans. And when she got to the washroom, there was one of those annoying yellow signs dangling on the door: CLOSED FOR CLEANING. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. PLEASE USE FACILITY ON LEVEL C.
  Level C? Level C was all the way across the convention hall and up the escalator.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Isadora was too near the edge of the roof. Her whip might as well be a flyswatter for all it was doing to fend off Snap.
  Isadora dropped her whip and leapt to seize Flynn's sword from where it lay next to his broken body. Addy stretched her leg to poke him gently with her boot.
  He rolled over, eyes still closed, and flung out his handless arm at the exact right second to trip up Snap. The robot swayed, arms pinwheeling. Isadora darted forward and hurled her weight against it with a well-aimed shove. The mechanical monster fell over the side of the train in a crashing spectacle of sparks. Its powerful body must have severed the coupling, because the back half of the train jolted to a halt at once, accompanied by a deafening grinding and squealing.
  In a sudden powerful gust, the lammergeyer flapped its wings, dispersing the smoke in a tornado of soot. Feeling a sharp wrench in her shoulder where the talon was now piercing her dress, Addy cupped protective hands around Catnip. The robotic bird lifted itself and its two identical prisoners a few inches into the air and then a few more.
  Wylder concentrated on one thing: hanging on to Addy. He had the comic in his teeth and both hands on her booted ankle. His feet scraped along the roof. Man, that lammergeyer was powerful! Enough to lift all three of them? The girls were shrieking. Wylder planted his feet and braced himself. He gave a sharp jerk, and Addy came free!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He gave a sharp jerk, and Addy came free!. Wylder planted his feet and braced himself. Man, that lammergeyer was powerful! Enough to lift all three of them? The girls were shrieking. His feet scraped along the roof. He had the comic in his teeth and both hands on her booted ankle.
  Wylder concentrated on one thing: hanging on to Addy. The robotic bird lifted itself and its two identical prisoners a few inches into the air and then a few more. Feeling a sharp wrench in her shoulder where the talon was now piercing her dress, Addy cupped protective hands around Catnip.
  In a sudden powerful gust, the lammergeyer flapped its wings, dispersing the smoke in a tornado of soot. Its powerful body must have severed the coupling, because the back half of the train jolted to a halt at once, accompanied by a deafening grinding and squealing. The mechanical monster fell over the side of the train in a crashing spectacle of sparks. Isadora darted forward and hurled her weight against it with a well-aimed shove. The robot swayed, arms pinwheeling.
  He rolled over, eyes still closed, and flung out his handless arm at the exact right second to trip up Snap. Addy stretched her leg to poke him gently with her boot.
  Isadora dropped her whip and leapt to seize Flynn's sword from where it lay next to his broken body. Her whip might as well be a flyswatter for all it was doing to fend off Snap.Isadora was too near the edge of the roof
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He didn't say another word for as long as it took Addy to get a glass from the cupboard, add ice, fill it with water and deliver it to him.
  And the cover was back to normal! Addy traced the lettering: SUMMER SPECIAL! FLYNN GOSTER AND THE GOLD RUSH EXPRESS! FLYNN IN LOVE?
  Addy hesitated a second before flipping ahead. She didn't think she'd ever be casual about turning a page again. After all, who knew what lay around the next corner? You always had to be ready to think on your feet.
  Hope bubbled inside Addy like ginger ale as she kept turning pages. It was all here. The yucky romance, the breathless battles, the gadgets and tricks and vengeful twists... all in place.
  They laughed. Together. Who would have guessed, eh? Still talking to Wylder Wallace at the end of the day. Might even see him tomorrow.