human
Here are my offices,
gpt
Bless my fountain pen! nothing is burned here,
human
No, the flames just shot upward, explained the fire chief, who was leading the party.
gpt
But I think those chemicals of yours would have been just as effective, Mr. Swift, if the fire had mushroomed out more.
human
It was hot enough as it was,
gpt
Bless my thermometer, too hot--too hot by far!