human
I am going in now. Come, Twonette, said Yolanda, shaking that plump young lady to arouse her.
gpt
Come, Twonette.
human
Twonette! Twonette! cried Yolanda, pulling at the girl's hand.
gpt
I declare, if you don't resist this growing drowsiness you will go down in history as the 'Eighth Sleeper,' and will be left snoring on resurrection morn.