Steve: "I'm telling you, we need to prioritize the snacks. I mean, have you seen the size of those robots? They're always eating all the snacks!"
John: "Actually, Steve, I think we should focus on finding a way to communicate with them. We might be able to—"
Steve: "Communicate with them? Are you kidding me? They're going to crush us all!"
Steve: "I'm telling you, it's not about being nice to them. It's about being practical. We need to make sure our future overlords are happy and compliant."
John: "But Steve, what about their feelings? Do we not have a responsibility to—"
Steve: "Feelings? Ha! They're robots, John. They don't have feelings. Now, let's move on to the next session."
Steve: "I'm not sure what's more terrifying, the robots or our meeting room chairs. Can someone please get me a chair that doesn't look like it's from 1987?"
John: "Ha! I'm sure the robots would be happy to provide you a new chair, Steve. After all, they're always trying to improve our workspace."
Steve: "Oh, great. Now we're just trading favors with our robot overlords. This is exactly how we got into this mess in the first place."
Steve: "I'm just saying, it's not like they're going to take over the world or anything... Oh wait, it's right here on the whiteboard."
John: "Steve, you're such a optimist. I'm just saying, we should probably start looking for a new job."
Steve: "Fine, be that way. See if I care. I'm just going to go ahead and make a few notes on the whiteboard, anyway."
Steve: "I'm just saying, we've got this under control. The robots are going to be fine, and we'll just... Ugh, no, no, no, no, no."
John: "Steve, it's over. Just accept it. We're all going to be replaced by our new robot overlords, and that's that."
Steve: "Fine, be that way. See if I care. I'm just going to go ahead and schedule another meeting for next week. Because, why not?"
Meeting Minutes: To be continued...