human
Excuse us, says Batts,
gpt
Towel on a fishing-pole in the offing! howls Caligula.
human
Suppose it's the firing line of the freight conductors and brakeman.
gpt
My last trip down, says I, wiping off my face.
human
If the S. & E. T. wants to run an excursion up here just because we kidnapped their president, let 'em. We'll put out our sign. 'The Kidnapper's Cafe and Trainmen's Home.'