human
Draw the curtains.
gpt
Mein fater, _is_ the mixture slab and strong?
human
As strong as thy soup on Sundays, my daughter, was the reply.
gpt
As strong as the accursed British Army thinks it is----
human
And proves it is,
gpt
MEIN FATER, IS THE MIXTURE SLAB AND STRONG?
human
Tod und Teufel! at regular intervals, proceeded to explain to his intelligent daughter (who stirred soup over a stove at the back of the stage, between times to add realism) that he was engaged in growing germs of a horrible disease which was to go as far as possible towards exterminating the