human
I don't like it at all, he said,
gpt
Push. The Inquisitive One drew Scholar aside anxiously, and with intense eagerness asked him:
human
You don't think I got it, do you?
gpt
No, no, said Scholar.
human
That's all right--don't worry about it.
gpt
No, but I wouldn't like you to think I had it--straight I wouldn't.
human
Get on your feet and sing. What the hell's the matter with you? Are you sitting on the razor?