human
You got your man all right, Chunky! observed a tall, bronzed lad, standing next to the stout youth who had used his bayonet with such force that he carried off one of the sacks as a trophy.
gpt
You must be feeling pretty strong today.
human
Oh, let up, can't you, Jerry? begged the badgered one.
gpt
The ground was soft under that sack, and I didn't think the steel would go through so far.
human
Well, do that when you get on the firing line in France and it will be all right, commented another lad, on the opposite side of the one addressed as Chunky.
gpt
I wonder how much longer we're going to keep this up?
human
As you were!