human
Greeting, Klok-No-Ton, he returned.
gpt
The day is fair with thy coming.
human
Yet it would seem ...
gpt
Yea, yea, the little shaman put in impatiently,
human
It grieves me, friend Scundoo ...
gpt
Nay, I am made glad, Klok-No-Ton.
human
But will I give thee half of that which be given me.
gpt
Not so, good Klok-No-Ton, murmured Scundoo, with a deprecatory wave of the hand.
human
It is I who am thy slave, and my days shall be filled with desire to befriend thee.
gpt
As I--
human
As thou now befriendest me.
gpt
That being so, it is then a bad business, these blankets of the woman Hooniah?