human
Stop! screamed Ali Dubh.
gpt
You're mine, John Dough. Come back and be eaten.
human
Don't mind him, said the Cherub, peeping at the Arab through a little window in the bottom of the bird's body.
gpt
And don't worry about this flying-machine, either. Imar has told me how to run it, and it will carry us somewhere, never fear. This button that I pushed is to start it, and there's another button somewhere to stop it.
human
HURRY, JOHN DOUGH, OR YOU'LL BE EATEN!
gpt
Where?
human
I don't remember. But never mind that; we don't want to stop just yet, anyhow.