human
All right, Nelson, he called.
gpt
There's two on guard an' th' rest have left. They ain't takin' their job any too serious, neither. Just one apiece,
human
Got any rope, Tim?
gpt
Plenty, answered Quayle, arising hastily and leading the way toward the kitchen. Supplying their need he stood in the door and peered into the darkness after them.
human
Good luck, byes,