human
Hello, Washington, he was shouting.
gpt
Is that Washington? Long Distance, I want Washington.
human
That's the limit, he said,
gpt
What's the matter?
human
They drafted my son Alfred,
gpt
Just imagine it! When we're so busy in the office that we're getting down there at half past eight in the morning! Drafted Alfred! 'Great Caesar' I said to them! 'Look here! You've had my chauffeur and he's gassed, and you've had my gardener and he's torpedoed and they're both prisoners, and last month I sent you my own man! That,' I said, 'is about the limit.'
human
What did they say,
gpt
Oh, it's all right. They've fixed it all up and they've apologized as well. Alfred won't go, of course, but it makes one realise that you can carry a thing too far. Why, they'd be taking me next!
human
Oh, surely not!