human
So come on down! Dave grated, and slid his free hand up to twist the firing ring of his trigger button on the stick.
gpt
Come on down and get slapped in the face for keeps. We'll--
human
Tally-ho, chaps! came Squadron Leader Parkinson's cry over the radio.
gpt
Company here. Let's entertain the blighters, or make them go home. After them, chaps!
human
And how! Dave shouted happily, and started to whip his Spitfire around and up toward the part of the night sky etched with streaks of yellow orange.
gpt
We'll show--