human
Aha! said the latter, producing his plaster cast.
gpt
How do you find yourself, Sep, my boy?
human
Hot,
gpt
Introduce me to the old gentleman,
human
Peeler,
gpt
Stay! shouts Sep, in a voice of thunder.
human
It is I who have wasted fifty years running away from you. You owe me an apology, sirrah!