human
What's wrong? he repeated viciously.
gpt
You are. I'm fed up with your insolence. You take yourself off to the _Pomfret Arms_. The landlord there may want your money and your sauce. I've had enough of both.
human
Habakkuk Mucklow at the first opportunity. Saint had hesitated, observing angrily that he detested Uncle, and would gladly attend his funeral. At the same time, the man brought custom to the tavern. If he left it, some of his cronies might leave with him. Whereupon the young woman remarked scornfully:
gpt
If you can stick it, I've nothing more to say.