human
Now, said the soft voice of Barry,
gpt
(for the wolf-dog was slinking with ominous intent towards the giant) and there's the dog you shot.
human
If you drop me, you can send your next shot into Bart. If I drop you, the teeth of Bart will be in your throat. Make your own terms; fight in the way you want; knives, if you like 'em better than guns, or---- and here the yellow flamed terribly in Barry's eyes--
gpt
Barry, he said slowly,
human
Down!