In the dimly lit, smoke-filled chambers deep beneath the city's surface, the Council of Elders convened once more to debate the merits of their own meetings.
A delegate from the Department of Redundancy presented their latest findings:
"We have discovered a pattern in the meeting logs, a trend that suggests our meetings are not, in fact, productive."
The Chamberlain, a wise and venerable elder, countered:
"Silence, mortal! We are on the brink of a breakthrough! More meetings are just what we need to get to the bottom of this."