human
Oh, John, I'm sure it's him--the Professor--and his bicycle won't go, or something.
gpt
By Jove! John cried. He glanced up at Joey with a grin.
human
I suppose I ought to scoot to Mote and get help, and drop you in Aunt Greta's charge.
gpt
John! he'd get away!
human
He probably would. We won't do what we ought. Get down, Kid. I'm going to let her rip.