Meetings!

“So there is a meeting.”

“What? No. No, we're just... filing a report.”

“Where is it? Which room?”

“There's no meeting today. It was canceled.”

“How many people are going to be there? Who's running it?”

“There hasn't been a meeting for a long time. I was just saying, like, dude, what happened to all the meetings?”

“Are there going to be papers and graphs and agendas? Is there going to be a presentation?”

“Look, there's something I should tell you.”

“Dude, don't tell him.”

“He should know, all right? He should know what people are saying. You're a meeting freak.”

“You're a meeting nutball.”

“You are way too into meetings. You were making people uncomfortable.”

“Oh, great. I happen to like meetings and everybody thinks I'm crazy. I suppose if I said that meetings are a normal part of modern life, that they're the essence of civilization, the distillation of the human condition, and if we were to go to enough meetings, incessant meetings, a lifetime of meetings, our souls will be purified and we will finally grasp the mind of God, I suppose everybody would think I'm a lunatic.”

“Sort of. But we're not going to a meeting. This is more of an informal snake chat.”

“Blasphemer!”