human
Well, said Frank, as this nondescript figure stood facing them, beads of perspiration streaming down its face,
gpt
Snooping around and putting bottles of dessicated bugs on our front stoop,
human
I didn't mean no harm, massa, didn't really mean no harm at all. Me berry good ole man. Bahama nigger I am.
gpt
Well, what are you doing here, then?
human
Don' shoot me, massa, an' I tell you eberyt'ing,