human
What do you think you're doing, cretin? he hissed.
gpt
That's the genuine ancient stock you're slopping on the floor.
human
Where are you from?
gpt
Never mind, you're all the same. He waggled his hands disgustedly.
human
The field-hands they send me--a disgrace to the Black. Now, you! Stand up! Hold your tray proudly, gracefully! Step along daintily, not like a knight taking the field! And pause occasionally--just on the chance that some noble guest might wish to drink.
gpt
You bet, pal,