human
Oh! you're for a fight, are you? sneered the Dwarf.
gpt
I might tell you to hit one of your own weight, but I'm not afraid of six of you. Yah! mammy's brat! Look here, young Blinkers, I don't want to hurt you. Just turn old Dobbin's head, and trot back to your mammy, Queen Rosalind, at Pantouflia. Does she know you're out?
human
I'll be into _you_, pretty quick, said Ricardo.
gpt
But why do I bandy words with a miserable peasant?
human
And don't get much the best of them either, said the Dwarf, provokingly.
gpt
But I'll fight, if you will have it.
human
Hi! to him, Billy! to him, Daniel! at him, good lions, at him!