It's a meeting like any other, with a few twists. The room is filled with 8 people, each trying to out-speak the others. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee, and the sound of chairs scraping against the floor.
At the front, a lone figure stands, trying to keep the meeting on track with a stern expression. "Item 3, Item 3," they repeat, "We need to discuss Item 3, now that the minutes from Meeting 40 have been... misplaced."
As the meeting descends into chaos, the participants begin to argue over who ate the last of the coffee.
Meeting 42: The One Where We Run Out of Chairs (and Chairs of the Mind)