maybe the person that programed the phones decided that he’d make up his own special language and put that the auto text. When the programmer-guy was telling his much more loyal-to-the-company friend at a meeting about the language, the friend (we’ll call him Joe) freaked. Joe ran down the hall, up the stairs, through a congo line and into a circus to find the boss. But when the boss had ran out of the circus, through the congo line (the dancers were not happy), into the elevator (he has knee issues, so stairs are not an option) and back up the hall to work with Joe, the phones were already packedged and shipped to people with the made-up language (called Trinomi Jaklineseish) in it.