human
Oh, please, Mr. Bo! wailed Lizzie, wringing her paws as she perched upon the roof.
gpt
Do hurry while youse has got de chanst! He'll rip you somethin' terrible! For _my_ sake, dearie, _won't_ you slope?
human
No, not upon your life! called Omar Ben gravely.
gpt
I will not demean myself by retreating from any cat alive.
human
W'y, you chowder-headed ass, he'll make yer look like a moth-et flannel shirt! _Beat it_!