human
They're all gone--every mother's son,
gpt
That's so, said Rattling Bill;
human
I'm not under it. Molloy came down last,
gpt
What if we can't find it?
human
Horrible! said Moses, in a hoarse whisper,
gpt
Here it is! cried the sailor, making a heave with his broad back.
human
I say--it won't move! Ah, I wasn't rightly under it. Yo! heave-o!