human
Behold the nympholept! Benjamin, what of the night?
gpt
It a'n't night, Muttonhead.
human
Do you attempt to assert that the difference between night and dawn can be detected by the dull besotted perception of the peasantry?
gpt
I love you too,
human
Ah! In lieu of morning prayers let us contemplate Pontifex.
gpt
Law, why that, on a spring morning?
human
He hath been subjected to experiment and found wanting.
gpt
How's that?
human
The verb, boy. Consider, it was the doom of Pontifex to _read_ all those twice five copies. Well, sir, in one of 'em, taking not even you into my confidence, I inserted one error, a miserable crawling misplaced accent--a wee louse, do you see, nibbling the fair white integument of a Greek verb. Did he discover, percontate and make manifest this crapulent, this obscene and overweening impudicity? Damn, I forgot concupiscent. Did he find this adventitious louse to be a concupiscent intrusion upon the fulgurant purity of grammatical impeccancy, and crack the hereinbeforementioned louse upon that sable thumbnail? Nah. By the way, where'd the bloody pot get to this time?
gpt
Under _your_ bed,