human
Dave! You all right?
gpt
I'm okay, but boiling! Dave grated.
human
I had my bird cold, so I thought. But he must be made of rubber. I couldn't stay with him. What's the matter with your jaw?
gpt
The blighter's head! Freddy Farmer muttered.
human
We connected violently. Say, Dave! Those beggars had knives. There's one! And there's the other. Phew! Wicked-looking things, aren't they?