"So, I turned the knob clockwise three times," Bob said, sweat glistening under the lab's fluorescent lights, "and now it just keeps repeating 90s sitcom themes."
"We were supposed to make a drone, not the world's worst karaoke machine," retorted Alice, her brow furrowed.
Next Disaster...The lights flickered, and a voice crackled through the speakers: "Is this thing on? Testing... One, two..." Suddenly, a cab driver from Chicago started cursing his GPS.
"I swear, we're in the wrong universe," shrugged Bob, as sitcom characters danced outside the lab's broken window.
Lost in Frequencies"Okay, I admit, I might have mixed the wires with that meditation app," Bob confessed, "but in my defense, the squirrels were looking at me funny."
"And this is why we don't let you near Bluetooth devices during full moons," Alice sighed, noting the ethereal glow surrounding their malfunctioning soundboard.
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