human
Pardon me, he said, raising his hat,
gpt
At present it is,
human
It smells delightful,
gpt
It is delightful,
human
Am I right in supposing that there are onions in this pudding?
gpt
Onions, bunions, corns and crabs, Whiskers, wheels and hansom cabs, Beef and bottles, beer and bones, Give him a feed and end his groans.
human
Albert, Albert, said Bill to the Puddin',
gpt
Where's yours? said the Puddin' rudely,
human
There you are, said Bill.
gpt
There's nothing this Puddin' enjoys more than offering slices of himself to strangers.
human
How very polite of him,
gpt
Politeness be sugared, politeness be hanged, Politeness be jumbled and tumbled and banged. It's simply a matter of putting on pace, Politeness has nothing to do with the case.
human
Always anxious to be eaten, said Bill,
gpt
Delighted, I'm sure, said Bunyip, seating himself.
human
There's nothing I enjoy more than a good go in at steak-and-kidney pudding in the open air.
gpt
Well said, remarked Sam Sawnoff, patting him on the back.
human
Hearty eaters are always welcome.
gpt
You'll enjoy this Puddin', said Bill, handing him a large slice.
human
This is a very rare Puddin'.
gpt
It's a cut-an'-come-again Puddin',
human
It's a Christmas steak and apple-dumpling Puddin',
gpt
It's a --. Shall I tell him? he asked, looking at Bill. Bill nodded, and the Penguin leaned across to Bunyip Bluegum and said in a low voice,
human
It's a Magic Puddin'.
gpt
No whispering, shouted the Puddin' angrily.
human
Speak up. Don't strain a Puddin's ears at the meal table.
gpt
No harm intended, Albert, said Sam,
human
I was merely remarking how well the crops are looking. Call him Albert when addressing him, he added to Bunyip Bluegum.
gpt
It soothes him.
human
I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Albert,
gpt
No soft soap from total strangers,
human
Don't take no notice of him, mate, said Bill,
gpt
That's only his rough and ready way. What this Puddin' requires is politeness and constant eatin'.
human
Eat away, chew away, munch and bolt and guzzle, Never leave the table till you're full up to the muzzle.
gpt
If you won't eat any more here's giving you a run for the sake of exercise, and he set off so swiftly on a pair of extremely thin legs that Bill had to run like an antelope to catch him up.
human
My word, said Bill, when the Puddin' was brought back.
gpt
You have to be as smart as paint to keep this Puddin' in order. He's that artful, lawyers couldn't manage him. Put your hat on, Albert, like a little gentleman,