human
I shall now pass over lightly or in subdood silence the painful events of my flight, he remarked, waving his cigar and expelling a long squirt of smoke from his unshaven lips.
gpt
Surfice it to say that I got everythin' that was comin' to me, an' then some, what with snakes and murskeeters, an' briers an' mud, an' hunger an' thirst an' heat. Wasn't there a wop named Pizarro or somethin' what got lost down in Florida? Well, he's got nothin' on me. I never want to see the dam' state again. But I'll go back if _you_ say so!