human
Unless we can find those stairs to-night, John Dough, our jig is up. For by to-morrow evening I'll be at the bottom of the deep blue sea, and the fishes will be having a nice supper of soaked Incubator Baby with gingerbread on the side.
gpt
Please do not mention such a horrible thing, exclaimed John, with a shiver.
human
The stairs are surely in existence, for once we came down them; so let us make one more careful search for them.