human
I want you to give me some gunpowder, Sir Richard Conway. Mine is almost out.
gpt
Not if it were to save my life, and all that is most dear to me, I answered.
human
Not one grain. I have given you food and shelter, but I will not give you the means to injure others.
gpt
So be it, he replied, quietly.
human
God, mayhap, will give what you refuse.