It all started with a simple question: "Should we get donuts for the committee meeting?" The answer was clear. We were going to get donuts. And by "clear," I mean there were exactly three votes in favor, and two against. The third member of the committee, Reginald, just sort of wandered off to the break room to contemplate the meaning of life.
The donuts arrived, and we devoured them. Or, rather, we ate them, because "devour" implies a certain level of ferocity, which is not quite accurate. We ate them with a level of enthusiasm that bordered on the excessive, but that's beside the point.
The meeting, however, was a disaster. The minutes are still classified, but sources close to the committee confirm that the discussion was heated, the arguments were passionate, and at least one member was seen crying in the corner.