human
Here, you Big John, the mate interfered.
gpt
This is your boat. You work here.
human
I tank I lak go along cooky.
gpt
Sure, let him go, the more the easier, Nishikanta took charge of the situation.
human
Anybody else?
gpt
Sure, Dag Daughtry sneered to his face.
human
I reckon what's left of the beer goes with my boat . . . unless you want to argue the matter.
gpt
For two cents--
human
Not for two billion cents would you risk a scrap with me, you money-sweater, you, was Daughtry's retort.
gpt
You've got their goats, but I've got your number. Not for two billion billion cents would you excite me into callin' it right now.--Big John! Just carry that case of beer across, an' that half case, and store in my boat.--Nishikanta, just start something, if you've got the nerve.
human
Here she comes!
gpt
Lower away! On the run! Lively!