Today, we discussed the impending doom of the coffee machine, which had been malfunctioning since the last Tuesday. John suggested we just buy a new one, but Jane argued that we should try to fix it ourselves, citing some vague notion of 'pride'.
The meeting devolved into a heated debate, with Tom claiming the machine was possessed by a malevolent entity, and Sarah insisting it was just a simple case of 'stuck keys.' Meanwhile, the janitor, Bob, just stood in the corner, quietly sharpening his pitchfork.
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