Bob walks into the meeting room, a whirlwind of chaos and destruction. His arrival is heralded by the sound of shattering glass and the scent of burnt coffee.
MTG-4, the meeting that was supposed to be about "synergy" and "disruption," quickly devolves into a free-for-all of personal attacks and bitter recriminations.
The air is thick with tension, like a bad case of morning breath on a Monday. Someone mentions "synergy" for the last time, and the room falls silent in disgust.
The minutes tick by like hours as the meeting careens out of control, a speeding train of pointless PowerPoint slides and half-hearted apologies.
Bob stands at the center of the maelstrom, a human hurricane of incompetence and half-baked ideas.
He has no idea what's going on, nor does he care.