human
It's to a finish, byes, he grated in a brogue thickened by his emotions, the veins of his forehead and neck swelling into serpentine ridges.
gpt
They read th' writin' on th' wall, an' they read ut plain. D'ye mind what some of thim divils would be after doin' for all that money? They'd cut their own mither's throat--an' Kane knows ut! An' I'm thinkin' they'll be careful now--Kane has served his notice.