human
Out with your hands, sonny, and be quick about it.
gpt
What for? asked Dick, somewhat bewildered by the unceremonious way in which he was being handled.
human
I didn't steal that horse.
gpt
Too thin, sonny. All you boomers are a set of thieves, and I suppose you think stealing our hossflesh is the rarest kind of a joke. Out with those hands, I say, and consider yourself a prisoner of Uncle Sam. You've nearly ridden Chester to death and for two pins I'd take the law into my own hands and string you up to the nearest tree. Take that!