human
Tone it down, his colleagues muttered;
gpt
Be those words our sign of parting! cried DUNRAVEN, swift upstarting;
human
Sweating's an accursed system, but if now our toil is o'er, We leave twaddle as sole token of the swelling words we've spoken. Public faith in us is broken! Bah! I quit, I bust
gpt
Quoth DUNRAVEN,
human
Nevermore!
gpt
Dark morning, dark blew carnt lose.