human
Glory be, Dag Daughtry solloquized.
gpt
A funny world. Thirsty one moment. The next moment they'd fair drown you in beer.
human
I tell you what, Captain Jorgensen muttered to Daughtry, whom he had drawn away into a corner.
gpt
You give me that bow-wow, and I'll smash Hanson right now, and you got the job right away--come to work in the morning.
human
You stick around here every night with that dog of yourn. It makes trade. I'll give you free beer any time and fifty cents cash money a night.
gpt
It's this way Killeny. If you're worth fifty cents a night and free beer to that saloon keeper, then you're worth that to me . . . and more, my son, more. 'Cause he's lookin' for a profit. That's why he sells beer instead of buyin' it. An', Killeny, you won't mind workin' for me, I know. We need the money. There's Kwaque, an' Mr. Greenleaf, an' Cocky, not even mentioning you an' me, an' we eat an awful lot. An' room- rent's hard to get, an' jobs is harder. What d'ye say, son, to-morrow night you an' me hustle around an' see how much coin we can gather?