In the 1960’s—in an effort to test the Infinite Monkey Theorem (i.e., a monkey typing at random for an infinite amount of time will eventually type a given text, e.g., the complete works of Shakespeare.)—your government secretly launched me (and 999 of my cousins) into outer space along with 1,000 typewriters.
Our charge: Just keep typing.
Our objective: Shakespeare.
Well, by now you’ve probably figured out that this ain’t Shakespeare.
I’m sorry. But seriously guys, what did you expect from 1,000 monkeys?
Enos the Chimp & His Surviving Friends
PS – Your typewriters are, um … broken. (Oh, and send bananas.)