human
I am surprised, Mr. Plickaman, said I, mildly, but conscious of tremors,
gpt
Oh, you be blowed! returned he, with unpardonable rudeness.
human
You can't skulk behind Saccharissy.
gpt
To what is this change in tone and demeanor owing, Sir?
human
Don't take on airs, you little squirt!
gpt
Mr. Chylde, remarked Judge Pyke, one of the gentlemen who had been inquisitive as to my political sentiments,
human
The Vigilance Committee of Fire-Eaters of Bayou La Farouche have come to the conclusion that you are a spy, an Abolitionist, and a friend of Beecher and Phillips. We intend to give you a fair trial; but I may as well state that we have all made up our minds as to the law, the facts, and the sentence. Therefore, prepare for justice. Colonel Plickaman, have you given directions about the tar?
gpt
It'll be b'ilin' in about eight minutes,
human
Culprit! said Judge Pyke, looking at me with a truly terrible expression,
gpt
I have myself heard you avow, with insolent audacity, that you were not a Democrat. Do you not know, Sir, that nothing but Democrats are allowed to breathe the zephyrs of Louisiana? Silence, culprit! Not a word! The court cannot be interrupted. I have also heard you state that the immortal Breckenridge, Kentucky's favorite son, was the same to you as the tiger Lincoln, the deadly foe of Southern institutions. Silence, culprit!
human
Colonel Plickaman, continued the Judge,