human
Didn't you hear my orders? he thundered at the motionless Freddy.
gpt
Return to your regiment!
human
Your pardon, _Herr_ Field Marshal, the English youth spoke up bold as brass, while ice formed about Dave's heart.
gpt
I have a report of my own. It has nothing to do with this other thing. May I ask, _Herr_ Field Marshal, if your _pilots_ have reported to you?