human
Say, you fellers up there, ain't you gittin' tired o' that work? You ain't hurtin' nobody with them dornicks. We kin dodge 'em easy, and you're just strainin' yourselves for nothin'. Let up for awhile, till we both rest and git a fresh hold. We'll amuse you if you will.
gpt
What'll you do?
human
Lots o' things. I'll turn one o' my famous doubleback-action flip-flaps, which people have come miles to see, when I was traveling with Dan Rice. Or we'll sing you a song. We've here the World Renowned Ballad-Singer of Bean Blossom Crick. Or we'll make you a speech. We have here the Justly-Famous Boy Orator of Pogue's Run.
gpt
Give us a song,
human
Now, no rock-throwing and no shootin' while he's singing', said Shorty.
gpt
Give the boy a chance to git back to his tree after he's done.
human
All right. We'll play fair. But no politics,
gpt
Go out there, Alf, on the gravel, and sing to 'em,
human
When This Cruel War is Over
gpt
Now, give us your speech. But no politics,
human
Bingen on the Rhine
gpt
Hip-hip--Hooray! Good! Good! they shouted.
human
Give us another.