Could you actually see or smell the breakfast food..
Yes....how intuitive of you to think of that FUGUE. As I rembember, the food was there and the eggs, oatmeal and or cream of wheat were turning to rubber as you waited for them to finish agonizing over the minutiae of a scripture. Each commentator trying to come up with something more brilliant and fascinating than the last...hoping that the person ahead of them didn't say what they had planned to say. It was all so compulsory, you were assigned a day to comment and there was no getting around it. You sat there waiting for the camera and lights to swing around from the GB table and then it was your turn to be heard via closed circuit TV to the Brooklyn and the Farm. There was always the new blokes who tried too hard and were a bit over the top....kind of entertaining and fodder for much snickering on the way to the factory.