human
Fellows, we can kick all we want to over army life, but I never had such an appetite in civilian life, and never felt half as good as I do right this minute.
gpt
All right, then, since you like it, grinned Frank,
human
No, thanks, declined Billy.
gpt
I don't want to feel any better than I do now. If I felt any better, I'd go to the medical officer to find out what was wrong with me.
human
If you ate much more, you'd have a quartermaster officer coming around to find out what was the matter with you,
gpt
The trouble with you is, that you don't understand my motives, complained Billy.
human
Personally, I dislike food, and, if I had my way, would make a canary bird look like a heavy eater. But I feel that it's my duty to eat a lot so that I can keep up my strength and continue to be a terror to all Germans. Uncle Sam expects this of me, and I refuse to disappoint him.
gpt
Oh, well, if that's your motive, it's all right, said Tom, with mock gravity.
human
But seeing you in action, it looked to me as though you really enjoyed your grub. I hope you'll excuse my mistake.
gpt
Oh, that's all right, please don't mention it, said Billy, with a magnanimous wave of his hand.
human
I've known others to make the same mistake, but, believe me or not, they don't always accept my statements as you do, when I explain the true state of affairs to them.
gpt
Some people are hard to convince, I suppose, replied Tom,
human
It's easier for both of you to talk than to wash mess gear apparently, said Frank,
gpt
What do you say to canning some of that brilliant repartee so that we can get these things out of the way and have time for a little something else before taps blow?
human
Suits me, acquiesced Billy.
gpt
But it surely does make me feel bad to have people think I really like to eat, and I can't seem to rest easy until I set them right. But now, let's get these things cleaned up in a little less than no time.