human
What the dickens! shouted Mr. H----, colliding with Six-and-eightpence in his room.
gpt
Who and what are you? Get out of my way!
human
My dear fellow, whoever you are, said the muffled voice of Six-and-eightpence,
gpt
Is that you, Six-and-eightpence?
human
Yes. Is it you? responded the other.
gpt
This isn't your room, old chap; it's mine. Yours is next door. For Heaven's sake, get out. The others have thrown in their stuff. They're off. We shall be overpowered, I tell you.
human
Well, I can't find my room, said Mr. H----, desperately.
gpt
Here, throw the stuff down anywhere. I'm off; come on.