human
Good morning, Mr. Tower.
gpt
Good morning, Sergeant. Have you seen my daughter?
human
She and about a platoon of lovesick soldiers have gone somewhere. They cluster around her like flies around a honey jar. I don't blame them. If I were thirty years younger, I'd be with her too. But there's safety in numbers. You needn't worry about her.
gpt
I'm not worried. How about my freckle-faced son?
human
He's been spending his time at the stables, listening to tales of Indian fights. Hope he doesn't believe all of them.