I had an interesting conversation with the paper shredder the other night while it was eating its dinner. As it gobbled up sheet after sheet of paper (what an appetite!), it made the loveliest whirring and whining sounds. I joined right in with my squawks, chirps, and whoops. We had a grand old time. I didn't even mind the paper shredder's bad manners, talking with its mouth full like that, because it's such an entertaining conversationalist.