We're still here, somehow. The meeting has become a temporal anomaly, existing outside the bounds of space and time.
Our fearless leader, Bob, is still talking. His words have become a mantra, echoing through the ages.
We've lost all sense of reality. The walls are made of fluorescent lights, the chairs are made of despair.
Will we ever escape this never-ending cycle? Only time will tell...
(Please hold the phone for just one more minute, we'll get right to it...)