While my parents (Greg & Jane) were staying with us, I had to use my breast pump a lot. While I pumped, my mom would "hear" things the pump was saying ("It sounds like it's saying...")
So here are some things the pump "said" to my mom (perhaps a trip into Jane's psyche):
atta-girl
bad news
you're ok
yellow paint
milk-ing
tad-a-pole
laugh at me