human
You know, Dave, he said,
gpt
You tell me something about war that isn't screwy at first glance, Dave grunted as they turned the corner into Cort Street.
human
But Colonel Welsh knows his business, and if he wants us to walk all over town to report to him, then we walk all over town. But he sure did pick the darker streets. This one right here makes me think of a coal mine. Watch your step, Freddy, or you may spill into an ash can or something. In this section of town they don't always put them right on the curb. And--
gpt
What's the matter? he asked.
human
Think you were running into one of them? An ash can, I mean?
gpt
No, Dawson grunted, and moved forward again.
human
Thought I saw something moving up ahead--somebody ducking into a doorway. Doggone it! I must be getting the jimjams. You'd think I were trying to steal across Berlin and give the Gestapo the go-by. Good gosh! This is New York, for cat's sake! And--_Freddy!_