human
Lay 'em here, Chad--right under my nose. Now hand me that pile of plates sizzlin' hot, and give that carvin' knife a turn or two across the hearth. Major, dip a bit of celery in the salt and follow it with a mou'ful of claret. It will prepare yo' palate for the kind of food we raise gentlemen on down my way. See that red blood, suh, followin' the knife!
gpt
Suit you, marsa? Chad never forgot his slave days.
human
To a turn, Chad,--I wouldn't take a thousand dollars for you,