Chaos, Chaos, Everywhere, and Everyone's Here to Meet

The committee can't come to a decision due to all of the incoming fire from the secretary's office three doors down. The fire turns bright green upon impact, leaving unsightly rashes on delicate porcelain. The rest of the furniture can't stand the commotion, so they play hop-scotch on the ceiling to calm themselves down. The committee members have to use jewel-encrusted bubble-wrap to shield themselves, and the midnight sun just won't stop screaming about the iguanas.