human
Priscilla:  "The poison should be taking effect by now." Priscilla murmured from her chair.
gpt
Man:  "Whazzat?" said the small, half-dressed man, his eyes widening.
human
Priscilla:  She held up a finger with a flourish so that they could see. "It’s not difficult. Let me explain it so that even you dim-witted fools can understand: The poison is figurative. There is no actual poison coursing anywhere. Although, there is something that eats away at the life, stealing vitality even as we speak."
gpt
Man:  "The more you talk, the less sense you make. But I know when I’m bein’ mocked!"