human
It must be about a hundred and fifty Fahrenheit in there, he commented. Burns grunted an assent.
gpt
It's only eighty-four on our porch, and growing cooler every minute. The things we have to drink are just above thirty-two, right off the ice.
human
Dangerous extremes. But I wouldn't mind having a pint or two of something cold. Go, bring it to me.
gpt
Well, I like that.
human
So'll I, I hope.