human
How did you sleep last night, Sir Hurricane?
gpt
Why, pretty well considering, said the admiral,
human
I was not tormented by that old tom-cat. Damn me, sir, that fellow was like the Grand Signior, and he kept his seraglio in the garret over my bedroom, instead of being at his post in the kitchen killing the rats that are running about like coach-horses.
gpt
Sir Hurricane, said I,