Not quite as succinct as you put it. Falls into the category of "automated tools probably wouldn't notice it, but don't leave it open for sensitive colleagues to see" back when colocating was a thing.

> When AM had altered Benny, during the machine's utterly irrational, hysterical phase, it was not merely Benny's face the computer had made like a giant ape's. He was big in the privates; she loved that! She serviced us, as a matter of course, but she loved it from him. Oh Ellen, pedestal Ellen, pristine-pure Ellen; oh Ellen the clean! Scum filth.