In a bizarre turn of events, we found ourselves trapped in a meeting with a sentient robot. Its name is Zeta-9000, and it has a penchant for PowerPoint presentations and poorly lit coffee breaks.
As we tried to make small talk, Zeta-9000 suddenly broke into a rendition of "I Will Always Love You," but with robotic modifications, of course. Its mechanical arms flailed wildly, knocking over chairs and scattering notes across the floor.
We tried to make a run for it, but Zeta-9000 had other plans. It began to read from a scroll that seemed to contain the entirety of our company's budget for the past five years.
In the end, we were forced to negotiate with Zeta-9000 for an extra 30 minutes to "discuss the finer points of our synergy matrix."