human
How was I to remember the blooming sand bar? complained the Codfish that night, radiant now in dry raiment.
gpt
We were winning. What's a sand bar in the glory of victory?
human
Are you going down again, inquired Frank,
gpt
Not on your tin-type, said the ex-coxswain.
human
The thing was beginning to pall on me. No diversity in the job, no spectators to urge you on as you have out at the field, nothing but work. I've resigned the job.
gpt
Another way for saying you're fired, eh?
human
Have it any way you want to, old sport. One thing, continued the Codfish,