human
Mr Brymer's orders, sir, as you're to hand me the nozzle, and go aft and get a refresher. Says you must be choked enough.
gpt
Did he order me to go, Bob?
human
That's it, sir. Give's hold.
gpt
Talk about a fog, he cried;
human
Yes.
gpt
Sounds like something good being cooked, don't it? I s'pose there'll be a bit o' something to eat soon. I'm growing streaky, and could eat anything, from biscuit up to bull-beef. Well, what's the matter? he cried, as a fiercer shrieking came along with clouds of vapour.
human
That go in the wrong place? Well, will that do?
gpt
Well, you are hard to please, and you'll have to take it now as I like to give it you, so off you go, my lad.
human
All right, Bob, I replied;
gpt
I'm going,