human
Some grand little bus,
gpt
You bet. Where can we take you?
human
To Albany. We got to get the mail there too, the pilot informed them and the brothers glanced at each other. Her Highness would certainly carry the three of them and some freight, but whether she was capable of such a load was another matter.
gpt
The mail must get through, the pilot repeated.
human
We'll try it,
gpt
One of you fellows might stay here,
human
That won't be necessary,