human
Come into the office, he said,
gpt
Go to Hell,
human
Twelve feet, he said to himself;
gpt
Let's go home, he said to Hickey.
human
We've got to lay plans for an attack after midnight.
gpt
An attack! Good Lord!
human
Hickey, where can we get a ten-foot ladder?
gpt
There's ladders lying around the yard.
human
That simplifies matters.
gpt
Are you countin' on carrying a ladder through the streets after midnight? No cop would let you by.
human
Ay, there's the rub, as friend Hamlet says. We might cut it in half and rig it as an extension ladder. Then we could carry it inside.
gpt
How about a window-cleaner's ladder? That works up and down on ropes.
human
Excellent idea! Do you know any window-cleaners?
gpt
No, but it's only eight o'clock. The big stores are open for the Christmas trade. You can get most anything at Macymaker's.
human
Hickey, sometimes you display almost human intelligence. _En avant_ to Macymaker's!