The 47th meeting of the Zyxompron Committee will be a meeting like any other, with the usual array of awkward small talk, passive-aggressive posturing, and thinly veiled personal vendettas.
And so, we shall adjourn. Or not. Maybe we'll just take a break and grab some stale air in the conference room. Or perhaps the copier will decide to un-jam itself and we can just go home early?