gpt
Subaru:  Subaru sat on a fixed chair meant for visitors and shifted uncomfortably. There were splinters sticking up out of the seat, and they kept poking him in the rear.
human
Old Man:  "Why do you keep moving about like that? Are you that concerned about where your balls are?"
gpt
Subaru:  "Of course not. My boys are just fine. But, really? That’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth in this situation?"
human
Old Man:  The old man looked cramped as he bent down behind the counter. "Well, you interrupted my drinking time." When he came back up, he had a bottle of liquor in his hand, and after pouring himself a glass, brought it to his lips.