human
Low? he cried.
gpt
You, Jack, don't know the guy we're so dead keen to help out. If you did you'd git right up on to your hind legs an' cuss terrible--an' you've cussed some in your time. But for him this camp wouldn't be the bonanza it is. You wouldn't be nettin' a pile of dollars every night in my bar. I wouldn't be runnin' a big proposition in dollar makin'. These boys wouldn't be chasin' gold on full bellies. Gee, it makes me mad--an' thirsty. Let's get around inside an' see what that glass rustler of mine can do.