human
Phew! but it's cold down here! murmured Whopper.
gpt
My feet feel like two cakes of ice.
human
One of the delights of hunting in the winter time, observed Snap.
gpt
Want to go home, Whopper?
human
Not for a million dollars and a mince pie thrown in,
gpt
Say, a piece of mince pie wouldn't go bad just now.
human
Don't mention it, please.