human
Fazil, asked his father,
gpt
I do, said Fazil,
human
Shabash, cried the priest,
gpt
Ul-humd-ul-illa! there is good stuff in thee yet, Meah. What sayeth the holy book, chapter forty-seven? 'When ye encounter the unbelievers, strike off their heads, until ye have made a great slaughter.' Yes, let him die.