human
How is it, Joe? he asked, turning to the white-coated barkeeper.
gpt
Pretty good, eh?
human
Switch on the lights over in that corner, Mr. Gilfeather ordered,
gpt
Joe stopped wiping his glasses long enough to turn to a row of buttons.
human
That's good. Put 'em all on. Joe put 'em all on.
gpt
That's better. Now, turning to wave his hand upward over the bar,