human
Who are you?
gpt
Sport is my name, and sport my nature,
human
Sport, remarked the rubber bear, gravely,
gpt
Oh! you're a balloon, returned Sport, kicking at the bear with one of his golf-club feet;
human
I'm not a bun!
gpt
Yes, you are! Cross bun, too. Hot cross bun. Cool off, old chap, and look pleasant.
human
If you're going to be so disagreeable, you'd better leave us. We don't care to associate with people of your sort.
gpt
Ho, ho! ha, ha! laughed Sport;
human
No, said Chick,
gpt
Well, this island is inhabited by retired pirates and bandits, who make every one that lands here pay a heavy ransom, or else--
human
Or else what?
gpt
Or else they boil 'em in oil for three days,
human
Well, said the bear,
gpt
But I'm not! cried John, much alarmed.
human
It would ruin my gingerbread to be boiled in oil, and Chick would certainly get overheated. I'm afraid it would melt your rubber, too, my dear Para.
gpt
Would it? asked the bear, with a start.
human
Then let us get away from this island at once!
gpt
By all means!
human
And the sooner the better,