human
You vas grazy, he cried,
gpt
Huccome dat 'ar resolver change han's lak what Ah see? inquired Uncle Tom, stepping gingerly around the corner of the hotel.
human
Didun' Ah do yo no good, mascottin' fo' yo', Motah Matt?
gpt
Something went crossways, Uncle Tom, said Matt.
human
Brisco got away, and he took the stolen car with him. Mr. O'Grady, here, the proprietor of the hotel, didn't understand the case and helped the wrong side.