human
Now then, young Batchelor, walk into those sardines, do you hear? said our host.
gpt
Any more coffee, twins? Pass up those tea-cakes when you've helped yourself, Crow. I got them for twopence apiece--not bad, eh? I say, I suppose you've heard what's up in Hawk Street, eh?--jam to the Field-Marshal there. Yes, Harris of the Imports told me: he heard it from Morgan, who knows a fellow who knows old Merrett. Plenty more potted meat in the cupboard; get out some, Batchelor, that's a good fellow. The fact is--sugar enough in yours, Paddy?--the fact is, the old boy is going to put in a nephew--pass up your cup, Adam, Abel, what's your name, you with the paper in your button-hole?--what was your mother about when she gave you such idiotic names, both of you? I'd like to give her a piece of my mind!--a nephew or something of the sort--that'll be the third kid in the last half-year landed in on us-- don't you call that lobster a good one for eighteen pence, Paddy, my boy? Never mind, I'll let them know I'm not going to train up all their young asses for nothing--hullo! Batchelor, beg pardon, old man; I forgot you were one of them!
human
If they were all like you, he said, with a patronising smile,