Memory:Gibbering mouther

A hideous brown mass of flesh, eyes, and mouths. It flows toward you, mouths attaching to the ground and walls like suckers. As it nears you can hear a horrible cacophony as the mouths gibber to themselves. You think you can make out something in the babble -- is it the secret of immortality? Or the recipe for elf stew? You feel alarmed: if such unnatural horrors can exist here, something must have gone very wrong. A disgusting heap of rotting flesh wriggles across the floor in your direction, a multitude of mouths -human, humanoid, animal, demonic- open and close, chattering madly at whoever may hear. You try very hard to understand, but you can't make out anything in the jumble of dialects, languages and unarticulated gurgling and yelling. You inexplicably start thinking about monkeys and typewriters, and wonder what in gods' names a typewriter may be.