gpt
Action:  That conversation might have triggered an event flag, because just then came a sharp knock on the door. All three people at the table looked at one another.
human
Felt:  “Did you tell ’em about the special knock?”
gpt
Rom:  “Ah… No, I didn’t. It’s probably for me, so I’ll go check.” Felt stuck her tongue out at Rom and she leapt from her chair and went over to the door. The way she acted, you’d think she owned the place.
human
Subaru:  “You really okay with letting her get away with that?” Subaru said as he turned to Rom.
gpt
Rom:  “Well, it’s not like I just met her. We’ve known each other for a long time… I suppose I can let her depend on me every now and then.” Subaru thought Rom actually looked very happy to be depended on, as the old man went into the back of the cellar and returned with a large club. The club was about the length of a bamboo kendo sword, and it seemed to be made of wood. At the tip and sticking out in various places were sharp points, and it looked like a clean hit would easily leave a fatal wound. The closest thing to compare it to would be a bat with nails in it, but even in this world it looks like clubs are pretty standard equipment… Wielding a club like that seemed to suit the six-foot-tall, musclebound old man. Subaru thought that if his clothes were a bit more torn and he was wearing a loincloth it would be an even more perfect fit.
human
Subaru:  “Upon seeing your uncivilized figure in all its glory, even I can’t help myself but wince and smile at the same time.”
gpt
Rom:  “You sure like to run your mouth, don’t you? Just who do you think you have to thank for getting this far?"