human
What do you suppose?
gpt
Could be from the management asking us to leave because you eat too much, Dave grunted, and wedged a finger under the corner of the flap.
human
But my guess is that it's what we've been waiting for: word from Colonel Welsh. He has a habit of doing things this way, you know. But pardon me! It's addressed to us both. Do you want to open it, my little man?
gpt
Stop your silly chatter, and open the blasted thing! the English youth snapped.
human
I'm on pins and needles.
gpt
Give me time! Dave growled, and struggled with the flap.
human
The darn thing seems nailed down as well as gummed. Okay. Here goes for the news.