I've got my superiors on speaker. They're gonna talk to us about some long overdue layoffs. Ha, ha!
I hate meetings.
That's right. We've determined that some jobs on your staff don't require sentient intelligence, and can therefore be automated.
I can never seem to pay attention.
I'm afraid we're starting with you, Mr. Johnson. Wandering around an office, cracking the whip is a job that can easily be performed by a high-tech tool.
That speaker-phone is ugly.
We're very sorry. We'll be happy to write you a letter of recommendation.
I wonder why Mr. Johnson is crying.