human
Jim, do you believe in heaven?
gpt
No,
human
Do you believe in hell?
gpt
No,
human
I've got a mind to find out, he said quickly, and pointed a big revolver at his teeth. One of the guns in the saloon said:
gpt
Let him try it,
human
You poor brute, I said to him.
gpt
I'll put your ashes in an urn some day and write Dear Old Saturday Night