human
Where are your stars? queried Farnsworth, gazing upward.
gpt
Nice country, this! No stars, no moon, no nothin'!
human
The lamps give enough light, cried Daisy.
gpt
Don't slow down, Bill! Go on, this flying is grand!
human
Come on in,--the flying's fine!
gpt
Oh, do let's turn back, she begged.
human
He doesn't hear me,--make him hear, Jack.
gpt
I say, Farnsworth, and Jack tapped the burly shoulder in front of him,
human
Back it is!