human
See if you can round up that damned dog, Butch, said Plimsoll.
gpt
I plugged him but we want to be sure he don't get away. He might help Keith's kid, for one thing. And he clamped my arm.
human
Dead, I reckon, he reported.
gpt
Crawled in somewheres. You hit him hard, Plim. Plenty blood on the leaves.