In the depths of the conference room, a collective sense of despair settled over the team like a shroud. It started with a faint humming noise, a gentle buzzing in the wires, a whispered "I told you so" from the janitor.
As the minutes ticked by, the hum grew louder, the buzzing turned into a cacophony of beeps and chimes, and the janitor's whispers became a full-blown diatribe.
"We're all going to die!" someone screamed, their voice echoing off the fluorescent lights. "The apocalypse is upon us, and I'm out of coffee!"
The janitor looked up from his mop, a knowing glint in his eye. "Told you guys, I'm not just a janitor, I'm the harbinger of doom."