She nodded, "I'm sure you know what they say about the monkeys and the typewriters and Shakespeare though, might be the same sort of thing with the, ah, functionally yet still morbidly idiotic." She said, dumping everything into the blender and doing the same as she always did, using the lower speed buttons, and the pitch of the blades, to play the opening line of Hall of the Mountain King, it was a trick that had worked invariably with every blender she'd used, to mix everything perfectly.