In high school, my friends and I found ourselves with lots of free time during the school day, mostly owing to us taking AP and higher-credit courses that enabled us to be things like lab assistants and student counselors and crap during the time everyone else was in class. One day, we were dorking around in the business classrooms and testing the new speech recognition software the business teachers were thinking of introducing. We were having fun and it was mostly working okay. My friend then suddenly turned and butt-dusted the mic. The ASR printed “France.” Who knew that everyone’s asses are secretly planning to invade Europe?