"Good morning, good morning!" Michael Scott walked into the office, nearly dancing in, and looked around at all the unhappy faces. "Oh what a beautiful morning!" He sang quickly, before heading over to Pam to check for messages. "Any messages Pam? Pamela? Pamalamadindong?"
"You've used that joke before, but you do have a message." She said as she pulled out a piece of paper from her desk. "Someone asked me to tell you this-"
"That I'm sexy and irresistible?" Michael quickly quipped.
Pam shook her head no and went on to read the note. "'Michael, just wanted you to know, that everything is going well with the moving process, but the wood is very hard to move."
"That's what she said!" Michael laughed obnoxiously at his own joke and waved bye to Pam as she tried to finish reading the note. "Jim!"
"Michael." Jim said quietly and slightly disappointed, not wanting to talk to him this early in the morning.
"What's up there, Jimmy?" Michael leaned down to look at his screen, but was stopped quickly by Jim.
"Not much, just playing some solitaire...it's kind of hard, but-"
"That's what she said!" Michael laughed again as he walked away, enjoying his own stupid joke. Then Toby approached him and his smile quickly fell to a frown. "Oh god...what is it, Toby? What, I'm having a great morning, what could you possibly want?" Toby smiled for a second then just walked away. "Okay, that wasn't weird or creepy at all." Michael looked over and noticed that Dwight had just sat down at his desk. "Hey, Dwight, I have a favor to ask you."
Dwight slowly spun around, looking serious. "Only if it does not involve bears, sharks, or fruits native to Sweden, or any combination of the three."
"Yeah, no, no fruits here...except Oscar, right? Ha ha! Ha..." Everyone just stared at Michael in disbelief, especially Oscar, who wanted to kill him. "Sorry, I...couldn't help it, it was too easy!"
"What's the favor, Michael?" Dwight asked. "And remember...no bears or sharks...or fruit. Or bears that ride sharks eating the fruit. But that wouldn't work well..." Dwight smiled a bit, realizing something. "Cause if it was a peach it'd be fuzzy and moist."
Micheal obviously didn't catch on, he just stood there, watching Dwight speak. "Yeah...shame, favor?"
"The peach would be fuzzy and moist, Micheal..."
And just then, Iron Man crashed through the ceiling of the office and blasted Kevin for no apparent reason. "That's what she said, dummy! Also, I am Iron Man." He bitch slapped Dwight and then flew away.
~~Interview room: Dwight~~
"I always knew one day superheros would come to life...and then bitch slap me, I wrote an article about it once. Let's just say it wasn't exactly accepted. Well who's laughing now high school newspaper club! Here's a hint: It's me."
Iron Man walked into the shot, holding a cup of coffee. "You are so fuckin' weird, you know that?" He blasted Dwight with his repulsor ray and then the camera.