human
I believe I said that I would give you a good thrashing. I now withdraw those words, for I find that I am unable to make them good.
gpt
I guess you ain't--what the divil did ye expect? Me to sit back with me hands behind me and leave ye--
human
I earnestly desire to thrash you, but it is plain to me that I am not, at present, in position to do so.
gpt
Fergit it! What's afther ye, Mr. Queed--?
human
To get in position to thrash you, would take me a year, two years, five years. It is not--no, it is _not_ worth my time.
gpt
Well, who asked f'r any av your time? But as f'r that, I'll give ye your chance to get square--
human
I suppose you feel yourself free now to take all sorts of detestable liberties with my articles?
gpt
Liberties--what's bitin' ye, man? Don't I read revised proof on the leaded stuff every night, no matter what the rush is? When did ye ever before catch me--?
human
Physically, you are my superior, but muscle counts for very little in this world, my man. Morally, which is all that matters, I am your superior--you know that, don't you? Be so good as to keep your disgusting vermin out of my articles in the future.