human
I got a cache of gasoline here--ten gallons, he explained,
gpt
Without leaving the boat, fishing arm-deep into the brush, he announced,
human
All hunky-dory. He proceeded to oil the engine.
gpt
Huh! he soliloquized for their benefit.
human
I was just readin' a magazine yarn last night. 'Whose Business Is to Die,' was its title. An' all I got to say is, 'The hell it is.' A man's business is to live. Maybe you thought it was our business to die when the _Topila_ was pepper-in' us. But you was wrong. We're alive, ain't we? We beat her to it. That's the game. Nobody's got any business to die. I ain't never goin' to die, if I've got any say about it.