human
You infernal rascal!
gpt
Ah, Captain, and would ye be refusin' ME a carrakther and me givin' YE such a one as Oi did! God save us! but if ye'd hav' seen the luk that the purty one give ye. Well, before the chills and faver bruk me spirits entirely, when I was a young man, and makin' me tin dollars a week brick-makin', it's meself that wud hav' given--
human
I consider, I broke in,
gpt
Mind, I don't want to see your face again.
human
Ye wun't, captain.