human
I came to say good-bye,
gpt
I did not wish him to kiss me,
human
Your lips are your own.
gpt
Yes.... They were yours, too, for an instant, Mr. Drogue.
human
And they were Spatter-dash's, too, said I, almost stifled by my jealous rage.
gpt
Whose else they may have been I know not, and do not ask you. Good night.
human
Good night,
gpt
Good night, sir.