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Google UK Office Convinced It’s a Quirky Startup, Despite Being Global Tech Behemoth Regularly Dismantling Internet

In a shocking revelation that could send shockwaves through the corridors of Silicon Valley—assuming those still exist in this age of all-remote work—Google’s UK boss, Debbie Weinstein, has boldly declared that the company’s massive central London office now exudes a “startup energy.” This whimsical declaration comes as Google juggles its responsibilities, like being caught in a friendly little antitrust cage match with the U.S. government and pretending it’s not the tech equivalent of a planetary superpower.

“We may boast the power to crash the entire internet with a single keystroke, but inside our London office, it’s all bean bags and kombucha,” Weinstein insists, as if encouraging shareholders to imagine Google as an overgrown teenager in a hoodie, rather than an all-knowing entity capable of scouring your life’s deepest secrets with a side-eye from AI. “We’re just trying to rediscover the spirit of two nerds in a garage, except our garage cost about as much as a small nation.”

Tech observers were quick to notice that Google’s notion of “startup energy” intriguingly parallels scenes from a sitcom about a plucky team of engineers who never write code but spend their days lounging around brainstorming how to build a urinal cake that texts motivational quotes.

“It’s endearing, really,” said Mark S. Trepid, an analyst who may or may not be Googling himself right this minute. “I mean, there’s something so earnest about a trillion-dollar entity thinking it can capture the vibe of a cash-strapped, ramen-fueled outfit of four idealists with their pet dog Oscar.”

Just how fiercely these startup initiatives burn through reality is unknown. One insider, who asked to remain anonymous but will be discovered anyway thanks to Google’s limitless data acquisition powers, said: “The ping-pong tournaments are Monday. Cake frosting duels are Wednesdays. And, oh, team-building seance is every other Friday.”

In the end, Google seems committed to balancing its mighty empire-builder status with its shameless quest for cozy startup street cred. After all, nothing says “relatable everyman” like having a nap pod right next to a server feeding terabytes of data into a neural network that could predict the end of civilization.

“We’re just a scrappy bunch looking to change the world from the ground up—or rather, from the penthouses of our own creation,” Weinstein concluded, before disappearing into a holographic vision of Larry Page and Sergey Brin arm wrestling over a single avocado toast.