human
Call yerself an ingineer? came the next gibe from the saucy, impudent little face, now distorted into something grotesque and ugly.
gpt
We’ll be two hours late at Cairo, an’ all because you ain’t fit to stoke a donkey-ingine.
human
Ger-r-r-o-u-t! shouted the angry man, making a rush for his tormentor.
gpt
I’ll break your head if you come in here again!
human
I’d like ter see yer!