human
Eat then, hungry one! I, too, am hungry, but---- Hark!
gpt
It's from the north end of our own island!
human
From the mainland, across the narrows.
gpt
Thoughtless child, have you no sense? With the master just out of a faint that was nigh death itself! With nothin' in his poor stomach since the mornin' and your own as empty. Wait. Eat. Then chase loons, if you will.