human
shouted Bill.
gpt
I said, met a singed possum.
human
Why can't yer speak plainly, then, said the Parrot.
gpt
Have you got a fill of tobacco on yer?
human
Here you are, said Bill.
gpt
Cut a fill an' answer the question.
human
said the Parrot, and he added to Sam,
gpt
You got any tobacco?
human
You ain't got any tobacco, he said scornfully to Bunyip Bluegum.
gpt
I can see that at a glance. You're one of the non-smoking sort, all fur and feathers.
human
Here, said Bill angrily,
gpt
Enough o' this beatin' about the bush. Answer the question.
human
Don't be impatient, said the Parrot.
gpt
Have you got a bit o' tea an' sugar on yer?
human
Here's yer tea an' sugar, said Bill, handing a little of each out of the bag.
gpt
An that's the last thing you get. Now will you answer the question?
human
Wot question,
gpt
Have yer seen a singed possum?
human
No, I haven't,
gpt
Of all the swivel-eyed, up-jumped, cross-grained, sons of a cock-eyed tinker, exclaimed Bill, boiling with rage.
human
If punching parrots on the beak,wasn't too painful for pleasure, I'd land you a sockdolager on the muzzle that ud lay you out till Christmas. Come on, mates, he added,