human
Poisoned, said the Usher, feebly.
gpt
How, how?
human
Poisoned, said the Judge, feeling his stomach with trembling hands.
gpt
Until this moment I was under the delusion that a somewhat unpleasant sensation of being, as it were, distended, was merely due to having eaten seven slices. But if--
human
If,
gpt
If you take a poisoned Puddin' And that poisoned Puddin' chew, The sensations that you suffer I should rather say were due To the poison in the Puddin' In the act of Poisoning You. And I think the fact suffices Through this dreadfulest of crimes, As you've eaten seven slices You've been poisoned seven times.
human
If what you say is true, That idea you'll sadly rue, The poison I have eaten is entirely due to you. It's by taking your advice That I've had my seventh slice, So I'll tell you what I'll do You unmitigated Jew, As a trifling satisfaction, Why, I'll beat you black and blue,
gpt
Don't strike a poisoned man,
human
The emotion of pity Need never be sought In a Judge who's been poisoned By Puddin' and Port.
gpt
Too bad, too bad, shouted the puddin'-thieves.
human
Crowding in here where there's only room for two.
gpt
As I find great satisfaction Hitting anybody who Can offer that distraction, Why, I'll have a go at you.