human
No! he shouted suddenly; then, with conspiratorial quiet, he said,
gpt
You won't be no book, Nicky boy. Covers aren't hard enough. Not the right type face. Get it? he roared, and dug Paresi viciously in the ribs.
human
Type face, it's a witticism.
gpt
And finally, said the Captain,
human
He leapt abruptly to his feet.
gpt
Well, what do you know!
human
Come on, Nick, he chortled.
gpt
Gather ye round. Here's old Ives, like I said.
human
Stop it, Anderson, you swine....