human
What's up?
gpt
Business--_that's_ what,
human
It's time, replied the voice, and its owner--a bearded six-footer--emerged from the bushes, and stroked Tipsie's nose with the freedom of an old acquaintance.
gpt
We hain't had a nip sence last night, an' thar' ain't a cracker or a handful of flour in the shanty. The old gal go back on yer?
human
You bet, said the man.
gpt
All ben a-prayin' for yer to turn up with the rocks, an' somethin' with more color than spring water. Come on.