human
I’ve cotched ’ee, he cried, panting.
gpt
You’re my witness, Ted Smail. Cotched in the act, the mischeevious young vipers. I’ll have the law of un.
human
My dear sir, I don’t think it has anything to do with you, said Templeton.
gpt
My friend, as you see——
human
Your friend, and you too, be a-trespassing on my field and a-ruining my property, and the law’ll have something to say about that.
gpt
Ruined a bramble-bush!
human
And the bush has ruined my clothes,
gpt
That there’s my hedge, and you’ve been and knocked a hole in it, and——