human
No resistance, mind you!
gpt
Trust me for that, grinned Rube.
human
I ain't anxious for no punctured skin, nor yit a stretched neck.
gpt
Pick your men carefully.
human
I'll take Jack Phillips and Jim McNab, said Rube, after a moment's thought,
gpt
Certainly, certainly, said he.
human
Treat yourself well.
gpt
Is there anybody we can trust on their rolls?