human
Rum start, said Magnus minor, after ramping round in a semicircle and finding no trace of their homeward path.
gpt
It strikes me we shall have to hang out here till the clouds roll by, Joey.
human
All very well. How about grub? said the poet.
gpt
We shall be just about what-do-you-call-it by then.
human
Hullo, said Magnus, looking at his watch,
gpt
So it is--must be a thingamybob--a roaring boreali, or whatever you call it, going on. Wouldn't be so bad if it was good to eat.