human
Ferris:  "I don’t want to imagine the royal blood of Lugunica being mingled with the line of those dreamers. The young lady you’ll be meeting today is especially bad. By all means, bring things to a screeching halt!”
gpt
Ferris:  "Meowbe you have to be a bit weird to get an important job like this. Lord Meckart is the same way.”
human
Ferris:  "Well, that’s not true of the ones I’m closest with, though." he mused.
gpt
Ferris:  “Ahh, stop it, stop it! I can’t go making meowself all depressed at such an important moment!” He gave himself a slap on the cheek to bring himself back, but he made sure to do it gently so his face wouldn’t turn red.
human
Ferris:  “All right…” he said to himself. “Here goes nothing, Ferri!” He imagined Crusch giving him a little push to get him started and stepped out of the changing room. He swept the hem of his skirt with much the same resolve as a soldier going to the battlefield, and the viscount, waiting outside, saw him off with a smile. Ferris let the nobleman’s unexpected enthusiasm carry him toward the fateful room. One of the viscount’s men, standing with a nervous look just outside the closed door, gave Ferris a nod. Then Ferris stood in full view as the door opened, before striding proudly into the meeting room.
gpt
Ferris:  “I am His Highness Fourier’s lover,” he announced in a girlish tone, “and I will not allow this meeting to proceed!”