human
Seems to be something the matter, gentlemen, said the colonel, blandly, as he opened the door.
gpt
Won't you please git out? Don't trouble yourselves to draw, cos my friend here's got his weapon cocked, an' his fingers is rather nervous. Ain't got a han'kercher, hev yer? asked the colonel of the first passenger who descended from the stage.
human
Hev? Well, now, that's lucky. Jest put yer hands behind yer, please--so--that's it.