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Well since we just have the WORST imagination, we took out the microphone and tampered around with the Speech Recognition program. {That's the one where you speak into the microphone and it performs commands and/or dictates what you say.} We thought it was poetic, then kind of dirty. It isn't as funny if you didn't hear what we were saying that had made the computer type this. In fact, we were talking about how stupid the writing was, coupled with lots of laughing. Now you can never complain about your friends having bad hearing. Have fun trying to make sense out of this one.