human
I hope them bulls aft gives us a fair deal,
gpt
Fair deal! snapped Old Smith as he speared a spud.
human
Say, you young heifer, do you think you was brung all the way out to Honolulu for to loll back at your ease and eat the bread fruit, that we reads about, offen the fatness of the land, without no toil nor trouble? You'll get your damned good whack of sweatin' here. I know these ships, and it won't be just because the weather is hot, neither.