human
I think he's got cancer, Doc., Daughtry said, while Kwaque was pulling off his shirt and undershirt.
gpt
He never squealed, you know, never peeped. That's the way of niggers. I didn't find our till he got to wakin' me up nights with his tossin' about an' groanin' in his sleep.--There! What'd you call it? Cancer or tumour--no two ways about it, eh?