human
Make it a thick 'un, whispered the man, with something like a leer;
gpt
You scoundrel! cried Laurence,
human
I shall report your conduct to your master.
gpt
Ha, ha! D'yer think I care? replied the rascal;
human
All right, let me out of the door, and I'll give you a sovereign.
gpt
That I won't, unless you give me your word of honour as a gentleman that you don't produce any firearms,
human
All right, I promise.
gpt
There you are, then. Fork out the gold boy.