human
Maybe we'd better burn some incense and do a chant or two, Rick suggested.
gpt
How's this? Oh, Osiris, son of Isis, please get the bugs out of our antenna.
human
That's no fit chant, Scotty objected.
gpt
A chant should rhyme, shouldn't it?
human
Then how's this?
gpt
The things I have to put up with, Scotty exclaimed hopelessly.
human
I'm sorry I brought the whole thing up.
gpt
It didn't help, Rick admitted.
human
But it gave me an idea. How about going to the Egyptian Museum this morning?
gpt
With Hassan?
human
It's right across the park. Hassan can take the morning off and come back after lunch to drive us to the project.
gpt
I'm your boy, Scotty agreed.
human
If you keep your chants to yourself, that is. Try one on those old statues at the museum and they'd fall on you.
gpt
Oh, I don't know, Rick said loftily.
human
Maybe those old Egyptians had a better ear for poetry than you have.
gpt
That's what I'm afraid of, Scotty returned.
human
If it sounds so terrible to me, think what it would sound like to a poetry lover. Go on and make your phone call.