human
What is your head made of?
gpt
Wax, your Majesty.
human
And what are your legs made of?
gpt
One is cork, Sire, and the other--the one I am now standing on--is basswood.
human
And your arms?
gpt
Rubber, my kinglet.
human
You may go, General. There is no doubt you were very unwise to get so broken up; but there is nothing left for the Royal Executioner to do.