human
I've got him, shouted Bill.
gpt
Catch a holt of his other leg and give me a chance to get his whiskers off.
human
But why are you taking his whiskers off?
gpt
Because they're stuck on with glue, shouted Bill.
human
I saw it at a glance. It's Watkin Wombat, Esquire, disguised as a company promoter.
gpt
Dear me, said Bunyip, hurriedly,
human
A what? exclaimed Bill, letting go the whiskers.
gpt
An Uncle,
human
An Uncle, roared Uncle Wattleberry.
gpt
An Uncle of the highest integrity. You have most disgracefully and unmercifully pulled an Uncle's whiskers.
human
I can assure you, said Bill,
gpt
I pulled them under the delusion that you was a disguised Wombat.
human
Who but the basest scoundrel, double-dyed, Would pluck an Uncle's whiskers in their pride, What baseness, then, doth such a man disclose Who'd raise a hand to pluck an Uncle's nose?
gpt
If I've gone too far, said Bill,
human
I apologize. If I'd known you was an Uncle I wouldn't have done it.
gpt
Apologies are totally inadequate, shouted Uncle Wattleberry.
human
Nothing short of felling you to the earth with an umbrella could possibly atone for the outrage. You are a danger to the whisker growing public. You have knocked my hat off, pulled my whiskers, and tried to remove my nose.
gpt
Pullin' your nose, said Bill, solemnly,
human
Any man, as Sam remarked,
gpt
Allow me to point out also, my dear Uncle, said Bunyip Bluegum,
human
How now, exclaimed Uncle Wattleberry.
gpt
My nephew Bunyip among these sacrilegious whisker-pluckers and nose-pullers. My nephew, not only aiding and abetting these ruffians, but seeking to palliate their crimes! This is too much. My feelings are such that nothing but bounding and plunging can relieve them.
human
I bound and plunge, I seethe with rage, My mighty anger seeks So much relief that I engage To plunge and bound for weeks.