Look at it this way, guys. If you have an infinite number of monkeys banging on an infinite number of hypernet terminals, for an infinite amount of time, eventually you'll crank out all the great works of Howard Tayler.
Note: This can actually be done with three monkeys in fifteen minutes.
In this case, it's simple statistics. Eventually, somewhere, in this great, wide universe, a ship with gas in the plumbing was bound to sound like it was haunted. It's random chance that we just happen to own it.
Ghost In the Pipes:
So you're saying that sound is just a monkey with gas?
Oh yes, a very naughty, naughty monkey.
I'm glad I took time out to explain this to you two.