human
I dub you Knight of Phreex, said his Majesty.
gpt
Rise, Sir John Dough--villain no longer, but noble and favored among my subjects!
human
Long live the gentle Kinglet of Phreex, he managed to say. And Chick clapped two chubby hands with glee, and whispered:
gpt
Well done, my friend!
human
You please me, Sir John, remarked the little kinglet, swelling out his chest complacently.
gpt
I wish all the people of Phreex were so polite and discerning. Then he looked around and inquired:
human
Where's Sir Austed Alfrin, the Poet Laureate?