human
How?
gpt
Why, the heat. Say, git a peek at that sky. Look yonder. The sun. Get them durned banks o' cloud swallerin' it right up atop o' them hills. Makes you think, don't it? That's storm. It's comin' big--an' before many hours.
human
For which we'll all be a heap thankful. Beasley laughed.
gpt
Another day of this an' I'll be done that tender a gran'ma could eat me.
human
She'd need good ivories,
gpt
Jack's right. You'd sure give her an elegant pain, else,