It was supposed to be a quick meeting, just a status update and a few announcements.
But as the days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months, and the months turned into years, our heroes found themselves trapped in a never-ending cycle of pointless discussion and bureaucratic red tape.
The meeting room was a drab, fluorescent-lit conference room with a table that seemed to stretch on forever. The air conditioning unit rumbled and groaned like an old man with a sore throat.
The participants were a motley crew: Bob, the CEO who insisted on wearing a "I'm with Stupid" t-shirt to every meeting; Jane, the marketing manager who talked only in buzzwords; and Dave, the IT guy who couldn't even be bothered to turn on his computer.
As the meeting dragged on, the participants began to lose all sense of time and space. They started to see things that weren't there: giant hamsters in the walls, talking in hushed tones about the meaning of life; and a mysterious figure in a fedora lurking in the corner, sipping a martini and looking like a Bond villain.
And so the meeting continued, a never-ending loop of tedium and despair, a Sisyphean task for all involved. But hey, at least the coffee was good?
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