human
Yes, safe, answered I, panting for breath;
gpt
We heern yur shot, Cap'n, said Lincoln,
human
You acted right, sergeant; but where are the--
gpt
If yez mane the faymales, answered Chane,
human
Och, ye divil! bad luck to yer ugly carcase! You're a nate-looking baste to interfere with a pair of illigant craythers! Be the crass! he's all shill, boys. Och, mother o' Moses! I can't find a saft spot in him!