human
Here we are again, young 'un, alive and kicking, cried he, clapping me on the back as I entered.
gpt
How his whiskers have grown, haven't they, Wallop? Well, how's your game leg?
human
It was my arm, not my leg,
gpt
No! was it? I heard it was your off-leg and your spine and your skull that were smashed. That's what made me so surprised to see you. Never mind, I'm glad to see you, young 'un, for there's a ticklish bit of figure work to do. None of the others would look at it, so I've saved it up for you, my boy.
human
And I'm ready for it,