A subtle, yet uncoordinated arraignment of disparate factors, called forth by no other volition than their own, arising unbidden, aligning themselves flawlessly through no visible means, an unconscious melding of wit and personality which could not be orchestrated by any singular force, yet proving that order may be called forth from chaos and the void, even when that order is incomprehensible, on the strength of will alone...
This is Chatter.
This is the Night Shift.
Sent from the red headed stepchild of the Nexii.