human
Where are you going?
gpt
That is our affair, not yours,
human
You keep off my father's land!
gpt
We don't intend to go near your land,
human
Oh, I didn't mean you, Belle, I meant Dave Porter and his cronies.
gpt
Mr. Porter and his friends are my guests, Mr. Merwell. When you insult them, you insult me.
human
All right; have your own way, if you want to. I haven't got anything against you and your folks. But I don't intend these outsiders shall ride over me, growled Link. He faced Dave.
gpt
I'm not done with you yet, remember that!