It's 3:14 AM and the break room is eerily quiet. The coffee machine lies in a stillness that's almost deafening. Our team's collective productivity has ground to a halt, and our usually stalwart employees now resemble a pack of zombies shambling towards the exit.
As we stand at the precipice of disaster, our team leader, Bob, stands at the center of the maelstrom. "I didn't order more coffee," he says, eyes wide with terror, "I swear I did! I must have gotten stuck in an infinite loop of 'refresh' on the office supply website."
As the minutes tick by, our once-great team devolves further into anarchy. Meetings turn into screaming matches. The stapler becomes a makeshift hammer, used for smashing anything and everything. Our usually spotless office floor is now a battle-scarred landscape of shredded papers and broken dreams.
It's 6:00 AM, and the sun rises over the ruins of our office. The coffee-less hordes of our team members stumble out into the bright light of day, blinking like mole rats emerging from their underground tunnels. As they stumble towards the nearby Starbucks, they're met with a sign that reads: "Closed for Renovations." The end.