In the year 3050, a meeting of great importance shall convene. The walls of the conference room shall run red with blood.
The CEO shall speak with an iron fist, crushing all dissent.
The coffee shall be strong, but the snacks shall be a disappointment.
In the year 3055, a meeting of great joy shall occur. The attendees shall wear party hats and blow horns.
The CEO shall wear a tutu and juggle.
The snacks shall be a variety of cheeses, served with crackers.