human
Poor Rad! murmured the giant Koku tenderly.
gpt
Him bad hurt! I carry him, Master Tom! I take him bed, an' I go for doctor! I run like painted pig!
human
Me carry him, Master Tom! cried Koku, all the petty jealousy of his rival passing away now.
gpt
Me take care ob Rad. Him no see, me see for him. Anybody hurt Rad now, got to hurt Koku first!
human
We must get him into the house, Koku, said the young inventor.
gpt
And two of us can carry him better than one. After we get him to a bed you can go for the doctor, though I fancy the telephone can run even quicker than you can, Koku.
human
Whatever Master Tom say,