We've been over this. We've talked about it ad nauseam. We've made the same points, in the same way, for the same reasons, for what feels like an eternity.
And still, we're here. Still, the conference room is warm. Still, the coffee is cold. Still, the chairs are uncomfortable.
It's like time itself has been stuck in some kind of meeting loop, and we're all just going through the motions, pretending to care.
So, let's get to the point, shall we? Why is it still warm from last night? Is it because we're all just a bunch of lazybones who can't even be bothered to turn off the lights when we leave?
Or is it because we've somehow managed to create a portal to another dimension where time is relative, and our meetings are the only thing that's always in style?
Or perhaps it's because we're secretly all wizards, and the warmth is just our magical aura lingering from last night's meeting-induced levitation?
Whatever the reason, it's getting old. Really old.
What is the meeting for, anyway? Why does it have to be so boring?