human
I oughter shoot the tongue out of you befo' I put a slug through yore head, said Sam, standing in front of the promoter, tense as a jaguar couched for a spring, his eyes glittering, his voice packed with venom.
gpt
You git down on yo' knees, you ring-tailed skunk, an' apologize to this lady. Crook yo' knees, you stinkin' polecat, an' crawl. I'll make you lick her shoes. Down with you or I'll send you straight to judgment!
human
No, Sam, Mr. Manning--it isn't necessary, protested Kate Nicholson.
gpt
Please....
human
This is my party, he said.
gpt
It'll do him good. I'll let him off lickin' yo' shoes, he might spile the leather. But he'll git them letters he chucked away, git 'em on all-fours, like the sneakin', slinkin', double-crossin' coyote he is. Crook yo' knees first an' apologize! I'll learn you a lesson right here an' now. You stay right where you are, Kate. Let him come to you.
human
I regret, Miss Nicholson, he commenced huskily,
gpt
She w'udn't work fo' you fo' the time it takes a rabbit to dodge a rattler, said Sam.
human
She never did work fo' you. It was Molly's money paid her. Kate's goin' to stay right here as long as she chooses an' I....