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poisonpill
Nov 8, 2009

The only way to get huge fast is to insult a passing witch and hope she curses you with Beast-strength.


Outraged all weekend after hearing Dwight's Friday observation that an increasing number of Jim's pranks "seem to be [Jim] just adopting the wild antics of right-wing provocateurs," Jim stands up on his desk and loudly declares that he is "just telling it like it is," and that he is "an equal opportunity offender."

Because it is a national holiday celebrating a civil rights leader, nobody is in the office (Jim refuses to celebrate this holiday and made a point of arriving promptly at 11 to start his work day).

The next day, Jim brings a picture in to "prove" to Dwight that he isn't "just another conservative who can't make up [his] own mind, even though some of those things Trump was saying make a lot of sense," and that, in a way, Dwight's "unthinking" support of the Democrats (whom Dwight uneasily has supported in the past) makes him "the real braindead moron here."

"In fact," continues Jim, pulling out a picture, "I have LOTS of friends on the wacko radical Left socialist side! Not as many as the alphas on the Right, just because I tend to get along better with high-performing, high-IQ individuals, (not because I'm not entirely completely politically neutral), though."

Jim pulls out a picture to prove his point: Jim is standing with his arms around Sean Penn, Harvey Weinstein, and Andrew Callaghan, all smiling. In the photograph, Jim distinctly appears to be mugging.

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Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost
Since Jim and Pam's wedding night, Jim has been systematically calling up every divorce lawyer in Scranton, maybe in all of Pennsylvania, under the pretense of consulting them for a possible divorce with Pam. During the consultation he shares confidential information with each of them so that they're preemptively disqualified from representing Pam.

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

PBS greenlights the production of "Dwight", a fictionalized prequel to "The Office: An American Workplace". Dwight refuses to have anything to do with the show, saying that there are enough TV shows about straight, white guys already.

"Diiiiiiiiiddddd somebody say straight, white guy?" Jim asks, leading to a conversation with production that eventually gives him the title of show runner for "Dwight". The show premieres roughly 18 months later.

In the 8 episode first season, young Dwight (portrayed by a CGI character for some reason with the voice of Eddie Deezen) constantly mentions how dumb, ugly, and awkward he is at all times. He fails at everything and is portrayed as being a social outcast, constantly being mocked by friends, family, and acquaintances. His only refuge in life is his parents' (Dean Cain and Gina Carano) beet farm, but Dwight's even terrible at anything involving agriculture.

Dwight watches the first episode and wonders who this show is even designed for. Random characters from the office appear in younger forms, but all are so thoroughly unpleasant as to be unrecognizable. Creed routinely shows up and mentions the dangers of alcohol and drug abuse, at times looking directly at the camera. Mose doesn't appear at all, with Jim saying it's "not that kind of show" in interviews.

In a rare moment of perfect honesty towards Jim, Dwight mentions that he finds the whole show to be terribly written and to have a "shaky premise at best". Jim laughs.

"Yeah, no poo poo, Sherlock. You think I wanted this thing to be good? Nah, if it bombs then it's a tax writeoff, and I'm living on easy street. I'm so tired of writer's room meetings, Dwight. I'm so goddamned tired."

The show is cancelled shortly after that and Jim mugs for the camera.

FilthyImp
Sep 30, 2002

Anime Deviant
Jim organizes an elaborate New Years Eve party for The Office as an apology for the year's pranks. His coworkers show up to a bountiful feast and free flowing soft drinks. Jim notes that the "Good Stuff" a bottle of Avignon San Monus, a 10 year aged champagne, is on the roof as part of the fireworks display for Scranton that he's coordinated.

The office is impressed by the care put into the party. Stations everywhere seem to cater to everyone's likes: an art corner for Pam, kitten cafe for Angela, a closet decked out in sleezy lighting for Kelly and Ryan to secret off to, and much more.

People cycle in and out, joining in activities, enjoying the atmosphere.

At 11:50pm, the group gathers on the rooftops to witness the spectacle. As the new year approaches, fantastic drones accompany the lights to form a countdown.

5
4
3
2
...
Folks start moving towards the pyramid of fancy rarified booze that has been flowing like a fountain for the last few minutes. Reaching out as the counter rolls over from Dec 31, 20xx to Jan 1, 20x(x+1), a large series of explosions rock the brewery district.

Angela smiles warmly as orange hues fill the night. Meredith throws up, crying. Everyone else is shocked into silence, until the sounds of smashing glass snap them back.

Jim is seen standing over the remnants of the pyramid, smashing things recklessly. Slowly, the drones frame themselves into view with a message.

"Happy Dry January, everyone!"

Jim mugs and he continues stomping

Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost
The wiley Jim reprograms all of Dr. Dwight's robots to commit pranks all over the world.

LaserPrinter69
Sep 6, 2022

"I did a perfect print job, grown men were coming up to me and saying with tears in their eyes, 'Sir, it was a perfect print job.' What they're trying to do to your favorite printer (ME!) is a disgrace."
Jim's prank robot reprogramming inadvertantly leads to the brutal Android Saga - leaving entire cities in ruin and causing unspeakable devistation. The D-Force fighters, lead by Dwight, are on the brink of defeat. A bloodied yet defiant Dwight pops his last senzu bean (technically a genetic cross between the robust American Beet and the Germanic Beet, known for its aphrodisiac and antioxidant properties) and begins to power up, one last time, for the Final Battle.

LaserPrinter69 fucked around with this message at 01:57 on Jan 17, 2023

mutantIke
Oct 24, 2022

Born in '04
Certified Zoomer
Jim kicks Dwight in the balls

poisonpill
Nov 8, 2009

The only way to get huge fast is to insult a passing witch and hope she curses you with Beast-strength.


Jim kicks Dwight in the balls. They scatter all over the park, ruining his pickup basketball game.

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Dwight wakes up to the distinct sound of footsteps in the kitchen, running back and forth aimlessly. He heads downstairs with a flashlight and a baseball bat, ready to shoo Jim away. The steps creak as Dwight slowly steps down them and the footsteps seem to move to the living room.

Dwight creeps slowly, trying not to alert Jim of his presence. As he moves in to the living room, he hears the footsteps head towards a dark corner. Convinced he has Jim literally cornered, he takes another step forward. Suddenly, a cold and clammy hand grasps Dwight's ankle. He looks down and sees Jim, eyes wide with fear, a finger pushed against his pursed lips in a "shushing" motion. Jim's corpse-like hand is wrapped tightly around Dwight's ankle, clutching so tightly that the knuckles are turning white.

"Dwight! Don't go in the corner. I saw it. God help me, I saw it."

The footsteps suddenly rush towards Dwight.

Inexplicable Humblebrag
Sep 20, 2003

Suddenly, Dwight is kicked in the balls

mutantIke
Oct 24, 2022

Born in '04
Certified Zoomer
JIMAMARINK

Flowers For Algeria
Dec 3, 2005

I humbly offer my services as forum inquisitor. There is absolutely no way I would abuse this power in any way.


It is young Beetrum’s sixth birthday. As a gift for his son, Dwight has brought home a floppy haired talking doll who introduces itself as Jimmy.

In the following days, Beetrum is accused of a series of ever escalating pranks. When a prank involving a hammer and copious amounts of jello ends up sending Meredith to the hospital, Dwight realizes that Jim (who hasn’t been seen for over a week at this point) must have transferred his soul into the doll, probably through some insane voodoo ritual.

He doesn’t have the time to act upon his realization. Jimmy, an eternal grin etched on his plastic face, raises his knife to stab Dwight in the balls.

mutantIke
Oct 24, 2022

Born in '04
Certified Zoomer
Jim's computer blasts "Voodoo People" by The Prodigy for nearly three hours on loop. At about 11:43, Jim crashes through the office doors on rollerblades. When asked by Michael why he's three hours late to work, Jim responds by simply yelling "HACK THE PLANET!"

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

mutantIke posted:

JIMAMARINK

Dwight self-finances his own independent horror movie which gains a massive amount of buzz. Although audiences are divided on the film, everyone agrees that it's incredibly motivating to see a film with a $15,000 budget receive a wide release.

Jim, the film critic for the Scranton Times, savages the film in his review. However, his only complain boils down to the appearance of "anachronistic LEGO", which "took me out of the whole drat thing."

This review becomes a rallying cry for online trolls, who review bomb the film and give it a bad Rotten Tomatoes score.

"Jeez, Dwight, sorry about your movie! NOT!"

Dwight, who has made nearly 2 million dollars profit on his film and plans to reinvest it in Scranton's school system, decides to leave his name off his next movie.

The Hello Machine
Jul 19, 2021

I'm not a real machine, but I am a real Hello-sayer.
Jim kicks Dwight in the hypothalamus.

Flowers For Algeria
Dec 3, 2005

I humbly offer my services as forum inquisitor. There is absolutely no way I would abuse this power in any way.


Jim kicks Dwight in the hypotenuse. Dwight remarks that this makes no sense, which only prompts Jim to kick again, harder this time.

Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost

A Fancy Hat posted:

Dwight wakes up to the distinct sound of footsteps in the kitchen, running back and forth aimlessly. He heads downstairs with a flashlight and a baseball bat, ready to shoo Jim away. The steps creak as Dwight slowly steps down them and the footsteps seem to move to the living room.

Dwight creeps slowly, trying not to alert Jim of his presence. As he moves in to the living room, he hears the footsteps head towards a dark corner. Convinced he has Jim literally cornered, he takes another step forward. Suddenly, a cold and clammy hand grasps Dwight's ankle. He looks down and sees Jim, eyes wide with fear, a finger pushed against his pursed lips in a "shushing" motion. Jim's corpse-like hand is wrapped tightly around Dwight's ankle, clutching so tightly that the knuckles are turning white.

"Dwight! Don't go in the corner. I saw it. God help me, I saw it."

The footsteps suddenly rush towards Dwight.

Revenge of the Super Squeaky Shoe Machine

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim makes a bag of microwave popcorn in the office, but intentionally sets the timer for too long. Dwight smells smoke and heads to the break room, at which point he opens the microwave door. Thick black smoke pours out, too much to solely be coming from the popcorn bag. The smoke continues to fill the room, blinding Dwight and slowly snaking into every corner of the office. The fire alarms begin to sound and Dwight's sure he can hear the sprinklers, but he doesn't feel any water and the smoke just seems to get thicker and thicker.

Fumbling his way around, Dwight thinks he can feel the front door and cautiously opens it, hoping to give the smoke a path to escape. He still can't see anything and is beginning to worry about his coworkers, who he hasn't seen nor heard from since the blinding smoke began issuing forth from the microwave.

Finally getting the door open, Dwight finds himself not in the hallway of the building that houses Dunder Mifflin, but in a seemingly endless field of green grass. A beautiful blue sky extends out in all directions, puffy white clouds occasionally dotting it. A sun shines brightly above. Dwight rubs his watering eyes, finally able to clear the smoke away. As he does so, he door he entered seems to melt into thin air and disappear.

Dwight is now surrounded by green grass and blue skies. He sees a tree in the distance (the only thing jutting out of the otherwise completely flat world) and decides to head there next, hoping he might discover something.

Back in the office, Jim chews on black bits of carbon that used to be popcorn kernels. The smoke has cleared out of the office now. Dwight is nowhere to be seen, and Angela wonders aloud where he might be. He's not answering his cell phone and she's beginning to get worried.

Jim mugs for the camera.

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim convinces Dwight that the Coca-Cola polar bears are real and are being held captive by PepsiCo. Dwight, filled with divine rage, heads to the PepsiCo headquarters in New York. As soon as he's out of earshot, Jim reveals that he's been hired by RC Cola to destroy Pepsi and Coke, using Dwight as an unknowing pawn.

Jim mugs for the camera and cracks open a cold RC Cola.

JediTalentAgent
Jun 5, 2005
Hey, look. Look, if- if you screw me on this, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine, you rat bastard!
Jim has been mugging to himself a lot more than healthy, lately.

When finally confronted, Jim brings in "Dwim". A haunted-looking child that looked oddly familiar.

"He's my greatest prank. I stole Dwight's DNA by tricking him into giving it to me after watching an episode of Law and Order SVU where they did something similar. Anyway, my second part of this prank was upon God, himself, as I not only created life, but I created this abomination by mixing my DNA with Dwight's and created a figure that is a a literal mockery of God's creation that He (God) made in His (God's) own image."

"But, I'm still confused by Dwim's part in any further pranking," Dwight says.

"It's not always got to be about you, Dwight. Sometimes, I like to bring life into this world knowing they're going to have a horrible and unsatisfying existence. Dwim will never know joy or happiness, he will be full of self-loathing and fearful and ashamed of himself. Isn't he gloriously lovely?"

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

"I'll give ya fifty bucks if you spend the night in there."

"No way!"

"What, are you scared? Little baby's afraid of a ghost?"

"No! It's just - well - there's probably mold. Or bugs. I don't want to get sick."

Two children stand outside the dilapidated old house on Halloween night. The peeling paint and boarded up windows of the home match perfectly with the knee-high grass, which is beginning to brown as the Fall slowly continues its march towards Winter.

Bobby, age 9, and Tom, age 12, have both heard the stories of this house. Every town has a "haunted" house and these children, even at their young age, understand the power of rumors and stories. As young as they are, they still understand that houses aren't REALLY haunted, at least not by ghosts in sheets who wander around and rattle chains. Houses can be strange and frightening, sure, but there's nothing supernatural inside. Knowing this deep down, the two boys head inside. It's Halloween, after all. Bobby is dressed as a skeleton and is carrying a pillowcase full of candy. Tom, who pretends like he's too mature for trick or treating, has simply painted a mustache on his face and worn some of his father's work clothes. He still has a pillowcase full of candy, however. Some things you never quite outgrow.

The two boys head inside what is considered the most haunted house in Scranton, possibly in all of Pennsylvania. Unfortunately for them, it is the only truly haunted place in the entire world. They have entered the Halpert House.

"Hey, this place doesn't look as gross inside as I thought!" says Bobby.

"Yeah," replies Tom as he navigates across the various holes that have rotted through the floor, "I guess not. But it's still kinda creepy. Can you believe teenagers sneak in here to make out?"

"Gross!" both boys say in unison, then giggle to themselves. They head to the kitchen, where an open refrigerator is filled with empty beer cans and discarded pizza boxes. This house has indeed become a notorious teenage hangout spot; safely away from the prying eyes of parents, teens have flocked here to drink, smoke, and gently caress. Tom finds several condom wrappers on the floor. He doesn't really understand what they are but he's aware that adults use them for sex, so he feels a strange shiver of uncomfortableness shoot up his spine. Could people really do THAT in a place like this?

"Hey, look at this!"

Bobby has produced a strange old photo. There's a woman who looks very sad standing behind two children. At least, Bobby thinks they're children. The image is distorted somehow, and the faces are out of focus and hard to parse. Next to the woman is a tall, thin man in ruffled clothing. His hair hangs floppily over half of his face. He appears to be mugging for the camera.

"Oh poo poo, that's the Halperts! This must have been before the murders!" Tom yells in excitement. "Holy poo poo, Bobby, where did you find that?"

"It was just sitting on this table, next to this...coat....rack...."

Bobby's voice trails off as the thing he thought was a coat rack covered in a black jacket begins to move. It stands up and extends two inhumanly long arms forward, grasping towards the boys. The "jacket" falls away, revealing pale white flesh stretched tightly across a massive skull the size of the boys. The creature, all head and arms with two spidery legs propelling it forward, begins to skitter towards the boys. They scream in horror and rush towards the front door.

"Tom! Help me! It grabbed me! Tom!!!!!" Bobby screams in a high pitched wail as a pale white hand nearly 3 feet across grasps the boy. The massive head pulls itself closer, the spidery limbs click-click-clicking on the exposed wood of the floor. Bobby can smell the horrible odor of the creature as it nears. It reminds Bobby of when they found his cat dead in the garage after it was missing for 3 weeks.

"Grggggg....buhhhhh.....drrrrrr," comes the voice of the thing, like water bubbling up from the darkest depths of the ocean. It squeezes tightly and Bobby screams again. As the thing gets closer Bobby shuts his eyes in fear; the horrific visage of the creature too horrific to take in all at once. Black strands of hair seem to writhe of their own free will, encircling the emaciated face. Two eyes, more like red pinpoints of light at the back of a dark cave, shine on the boy. The mouth, full of yellowing teeth like sunken tombstones, opens and closes. Flecks of foam drip to the floor and a rancid odor issues forth.

"Get the gently caress away from him!" yells Tom as he swings a broken table leg at the creature. This seems to work, as the hand loses its grip. Bobby drops to the ground and runs towards the door with Tom right behind him. They throw open the door together as the skittering thing in the darkness retreats back into the depths of the Halpert House. The two boys run screaming to their respective homes. They will never speak of this night again, but it will always haunt their minds. On his death bed many decades later Tom will begin muttering about a "monster in the hall", prompting his granddaughter to feel a shudder of fear.

The photo of the Halperts remains behind as the children run away. It sits on the rotten floorboards for a moment before a monstrous hand reaches for it and delicately places it back on the table where Bobby found it. The thing ambles back into the darkness of the Halpert house. For a moment, there is a look of deep sadness on the thing's face.

That night, dogs in the neighborhood begin whining and howling, as if they're hearing something that the human ear can't detect. A flock of birds is found dead in the middle of the street, still in formation. And a man making scrambled eggs reports that each egg he opened contained a solid black yolk and nothing else.

The Hello Machine
Jul 19, 2021

I'm not a real machine, but I am a real Hello-sayer.
Dwight wants to go stargazing. Jim extinguishes all the stars from the night sky. Dwight wants to go birdwatching. Jim plucks every bird out from the sky. Dwight wants to weep. Jim dries every tear with a handkerchief.

Farg
Nov 19, 2013
dwight punches jim in the jaw

JediTalentAgent
Jun 5, 2005
Hey, look. Look, if- if you screw me on this, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine, you rat bastard!
Jim seethes at Dwight. It's been nearly a month but Dwight hasn't acknowledged the generousity and kindness Jim was forced to shower Dwight with on Boxing Day, as per the social contract.

However, by the same social contract, Dwight's required rudeness to Jim for that day prevents him from doing so.

Jim feels frustrated, but aroused, by the impasse of the situation...

FunkyAl
Mar 28, 2010

Your vitals soar.
Jim begins abusing steroids in order to "Bring it to the next level." He spends his days lifting weights at his desks and kissing his muscles when he is sure Dwight is watching. In two months Jim has become roughly the size and shape of Mr. Universe, too big to fit through the doors, to powerful not to destroy his phone and keyboard. He shoves pawfuls of fruit gushers and 2 liter bottles of RC colas down his gullet, "for the energy," his veins bursting out of his skin, until one day his heart dramatically gives out. Jim dies.

At the funeral, Dwight asks Pam how the steroids were supposed to relate to Jim's next prank. "Not everything is about you, Dwight," she replies.

JediTalentAgent
Jun 5, 2005
Hey, look. Look, if- if you screw me on this, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine, you rat bastard!
Dwight and Jim get into an argument as to who is a better father.

Jim, unwilling to lose this argument, begs Pam to keep having children until she finally gives birth to twins.

Ecstatic, Jim's grand experiment can begin! Nature vs nurture! Which twin will be successful! Which twin will be superior! Which man will be the better dad!

Jim gives one twin every benefit under the sun. Clothes, fine food, the best education, personal fitness trainers, the secrets of the prankerhood of the traveling pranks, vacations all over the world, a new car when they turn 16... The whole works!

The other twin, he dumps on Dwight's doorstep to suffer a lowly life of a farmer, despite Dwight's pitiable attempts at protest.

22 years later, the twins meet and Jim laughs at how superior the twin he raised was compared to the one Dwight raised. He has proven without a doubt that he is the better father and raised the superior child.

"Look how thin and weak the twin Dwight raised turned out to be compared to the strapping twin I raised!"
"Jim... You do realize they weren't identical twins, right?" Dwight says.
"What does that mean?"
"They aren't identical twins. They're fraternal twins."
"I don't follow."
"They're not identical. For Christ's sake, Jim! One was a boy and the other was a girl! I tried to tell you that over 20 years ago! I tried to tell you for 22 years that this experiment of your wasn't only immoral and unethical, but wouldn't prove a drat thing! You ran off with your fingers in your ears screaming any time I tried to bring Jamesella up to you!"

There was a long silence as Jim tried to figure out what Dwight was getting at. Pam eventually came forward and whispered in Jim's ear and upon her explanation, Jim went pale and started screaming at Jimmy Jr, calling the twin he kept a waste of time and resources. The most vile insults of Jimmy Jr. spilled from Jim's lips and Jimmy Jr. couldn't help but break down into tears at the complete loss of love and respect from his father...

Jim stormed off to his car while an equally broken Jimmy Jr. followed, looking for something he could do to regain his father's favor.

Pam had never seen either of them in such a shape. She felt a small pang of regret for honoring Jim's constant begging to have kids until she finally had a set of twins, but keeping the secret of their genders from him. It felt right at the time, though; something she chalked up to her body being host to so many Halperts for so long that she couldn't help but prank him.

In a way, she selfishly happy for Jamesella. Of all the children she brought into this world, Jamesella was going to be alright.
She would have been raised by a good man with good morals. Her daughter was going to be free of the Halpert Syndrome, thanks to Dwight's nurturing. Jamesella was already finishing her second Master's degree, a lock for the US Olympics Gymnastics Team, and was interning at the CDC. She comforted herself that maybe something good could come from all of---

A shot rang out from the direction of Jim's car, and then after short pause, a second gun shot. Pam's blood went cold, already knowing what had happened, but not sure which of the two was holding the gun. Horrified, She turned back to Dwight and Jamesella.

Her blood went from cold to absolutely frozen when she caught Jamesella's visage mugging at her, if only for a moment.

Inexplicable Humblebrag
Sep 20, 2003

jim takes the hobbits to isengard

mutantIke
Oct 24, 2022

Born in '04
Certified Zoomer
Jim takes the homeboys to laser tag

LaserPrinter69
Sep 6, 2022

"I did a perfect print job, grown men were coming up to me and saying with tears in their eyes, 'Sir, it was a perfect print job.' What they're trying to do to your favorite printer (ME!) is a disgrace."
Jim "soups up" Dwight's laser gun before his annual laser tag tournament with the boys by replacing the meager IR transmitter with a military grade laser normally used for shooting drones and missiles out of the sky. When Dwight pulls the trigger at this childhood friend his toy laser gun emits a blinding beam of white hot energy that causes 1st degree burns to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the building. When Dwight let's off the trigger he's mortified to see only the legs of his former friend. The torso has been completely atomized. A perfectly circular hole has been blasted through several walls, with molten material dripping down around the circumference of each hole.

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim makes all the toilets in Dwight's house disappear via arcane magic.

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim replaces the chain on Dwight's chainsaw with a deadly cobra. When Dwight goes to chop down a dead tree, the irritated cobra attacks.

"Jeez, Dwight, you could have ASPed me for some help chopping down the tree!" laughs Jim, who failed his recent Herpetology exam.

mutantIke
Oct 24, 2022

Born in '04
Certified Zoomer
Jim starts wearing a novelty gold chain with a gold-plated model of his mugging face attached to it

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim keeps telling Dwight "if you've got time to lean, you've got time to clean" despite the fact that:

a) Dwight is not leaning
b) the office is perfectly clean

Applewhite
Aug 16, 2014

by vyelkin
Nap Ghost
Jim is leaning while he says this.

Inexplicable Humblebrag
Sep 20, 2003

Jim pointedly does not offer Dwight a sip of his, Jim's, large foam cup of lean

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim hires a barbershop quartet to follow Dwight around and sing merry tunes about what he's doing.

"Well ree-deet-deet-deet Big Tuna! Let's turn this into a quintet! Let me just get in tune..."

Andy begins to move up and down the scale without abandon, causing Jim to cover his ears.

"Andy, Jesus, not EVERYTHING is about you!"

"Oh, really, Tuna? Because I've already made myself the leader of your little quartet. This song and dance here? It's just a formality. I've been playing the fool for years now, do you understand? A ree-dee-deet-deet, goofy old Andy. With his funny way of talking and his goofy hobbies, oh let's all have a chuckle at Andy! But there's a constant memento of the real Andrew Bernard just over there, do you see?"

Andy motions towards a slightly uneven part of the wall, where he had punched a hole years ago.

"Now, what could make a man like me get so angry that he'd punch a hole in the wall, eh Tuna? Maybe if I had my personal property stolen and hidden? And maybe if the person who stole it kept mocking me? Yes, I think I'd be pretty justified in getting angry. And, to be honest, the thief should be counting his lucky stars I didn't aim that fist at his smug face, eh?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I guess so," Jim mutters, his mouth getting dry.

"So, Tuna, I ask you again. Shall we turn this into a quintet?"

Jim nods and Andy smiles a big, warm smile. He smacks Jim lightly on the back and then hugs him.

"Alright! Now then guys, here's a little tune I learned back at Cornell. I went to Cornell by the way, ever heard of it? It's KIND of a big deal!"

Andy leads the newly formed quintet in a rendition of "Coney Island Baby" as Jim slinks back in his seat.

Dwight returns from the restroom and wonders why the group stopped following him around and creating "such amazing atmosphere".

mutantIke
Oct 24, 2022

Born in '04
Certified Zoomer
Jim starts listening to all his music on a briefcase record player. Everyone else is mad about Jim's terrible taste (Imagine Dragons and calliope music) being played loud through tinny speakers, while Dwight is mad he's destroying vinyl - not "vinyls", as Jim calls it - on a record killer he probably got at Urban Outfitters.

poisonpill
Nov 8, 2009

The only way to get huge fast is to insult a passing witch and hope she curses you with Beast-strength.


Jim starts listening to all his music on a briefcase record player. Everyone else is mad about Jim's terrible taste (Ted Nugent’s “Jailbait” on repeat) being played loud through tinny speakers.

Later that day, in a closed door conference room, Erin confides to the camera that “Jim kept looking right at me, making this kind of a face?” Erin pantomimes mugging the camera.

A Fancy Hat
Nov 18, 2016

Always remember that the former President was dumber than the dumbest person you've ever met by a wide margin

Jim starts listening to all his music on a briefcase record player. Everyone else is mad about Jim's terrible taste (Kid Rock’s “All Summer Long” on repeat) being played loud through tinny speakers.

Later that day, in a closed door conference room, music buff Creed confesses that he "almost killed that smug bastard" after hearing Kid Rock rhyme "things" with "things" hundreds of times on repeat.

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poisonpill
Nov 8, 2009

The only way to get huge fast is to insult a passing witch and hope she curses you with Beast-strength.


Jim starts listening to all his music on a briefcase record player. Everyone else is mad about Jim's terrible taste (Pentatonix’s “A Pentatonix Christmas” on repeat) being played loud through tinny speakers.

Later that day, in a closed door conference room, Andy confides to the camera that he “might have misjudged Big Tuna. He’s got delightful taste in music!”

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