In a business room, you're seeing a whole bunch of Gerbil's with tiny typewriters handed to them on boxes...they were assigned with one purpose, to type whatever they feel like typing. They don't bother to proofread anything they type out, which can cause them to form sentences that...don't make sense.

Squeak. Many gerbils were out typing their tiny hearts out.

Squeaaaaaaak! One rips out the paper and hands it out to you.

"Hi human, we are gerbils who type out a thingy."

It squeaks, now just returning to its work.

How the hell are you gonna manage this lot?...seems weird having a bunch of Gerbils just doing typewriting for you? Maybe they could plot something big? Or they're just yapping about stuff. Weekend plans? Definitely...not.