conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Yup, I knew it, I thought. It was actually kind of refreshing to see Otto’s regular rudeness return. We had tried inviting Otto to lunch, but he rejected us flatly.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “Huh? Why the hell would I eat lunch with you two? Get lost.”
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Of course, Claire wasn’t the type to give up so easily. “There’s something bothering you, isn’t there, Otto? Please, let us be of some help.” Claire stubbornly persisted. She was the type to go out of her way to help someone once they got on her good side. Of course, she was also liable to torment those who got on her bad side…but I digress.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “There’s nothin’ bothering me! Now leave me alone.” Otto spat, but there was no real harshness to his voice, as though his mind were preoccupied with other things.
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  Oh, my. Could it be that one rumored sickness? I thought. “Psst, Otto…” I whispered.
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “What? Not you too now.” Otto groaned.
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You seem a bit…distracted.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “You’re imagining things.”
conversations.prefix: Otto:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Am I?"
conversations.prefix: Rae: