human
Oh, you futile, inane, incompetent creatures. You, John, with all your scientific training. I cannot expect anything else from Hale. A newspaper man lives on emotional sensations. They form his stock in trade, but you--
gpt
Professor, if you're askin' about Mr. Brown's farm all them things you mentioned are there and there's some leghorn chickens and some--
human
Good boy, Harry, you not only have eyes, but you can see.