"Excuse me, everyone, I have an announcement." Toby said, quietly.
Everyone in the office turned to face Toby, who continued to speak.
"So, I have just received a letter from corporate, informing us that-"
Michael Scott, regional manager of the Dunder Mifflin, Scranton branch, began to make farting noises, with his hands up to his mouth.
"Michael. That's not appropriate." Toby said, softly.
"You know what, Toby. You can stop now. Corporate knows nothing about horrible workers, like you."
Toby sighed. "I was just going to say that corporate is allowing us to take a temporary leave of absence."
"Great, thanks Toby, we really needed to know this from you." Michael said, sarcastically.
"Anyway, we'll be taken to an island, just off the coast of Pennsylvania, it will be for a few days."
Everyone in the office cheered and clapped, except for Michael and Dwight. Michael sighed and walked up to Toby and pushed him into the wall. Toby accidentally dropped his file, which Michael quickly snatched up.
"Go back to the annex, where you belong." Michael said, jabbing his finger into Toby.
"You can't do that to me, Michael."
"What are you going to do? Fire me? You can't even do that. You're not a part of this family."
"I have authority over you, Michael."
Michael yelled. "Just get the hell back in the annex. I don't even want to see your face!"
Toby sighed and began walking back to the annex. Michael's anger suddenly went away and was replaced with a smile.
"So, as Toby has informed us, we are going on a small trip."
"How small?" Dwight asked, concerned.
Michael began looking through the folder, with Jim just observing with shock.
"Ah, three days, that's perfect." Michael said, with a smile.
Toby stopped in his tracks and walked back over to Michael. "I was also going to say that only specific people are allowed to go to the island."
"Who's allowed?" Jim asked, politely.
Michael looked at the folder. "Michael, Jim, Dwight, Pam, Phyllis, Stanley, Creed, Darryl, Ryan, and…Toby. Can we replace Toby, please?"
"Well, we can't if that's what corporate wants." Jim said, shrugging.
"Well, I'm going to call corporate to tell them about this." Michael said, turning his attention to the clock. "Oh, god. It's already 4:50. So, I'll talk to corporate, the rest of you guys can go home."
"Michael…" Toby started, before Michael slammed his door shut.
Toby sighed and walked back to the annex. He grabbed his trenchcoat and briefcase. He walked past Michael's office, seeing him slam his fist down on the table in anger. Toby ignored Michael and exited the room.
The very next day, the employees of Dunder Mifflin were lined up outside, on a dock. Dwight looked at his watch.
"When's the yacht coming?!" Dwight yelled, obnoxiously.
"First of all, it's not a yacht. Second of all, do you really need to yell?" Jim asked, calmly.
"Yes, otherwise no one will pay attention." Dwight said, confidently.
Jim looked at the camera, which was focused on him. He then cocked his head when the camera crew began to leave.
"Hey, where are you guys going?"
"We're not allowed to come with you guys, so, we're just going to wait until you come back." The cameraman responded.
Jim sighed and looked back to see his colleagues begin to board the boat.
"Come on, Phyllis, move faster!" Dwight said, ushering her.
"I'm moving as fast as I can, Dwight."
"Obviously not."
Phyllis rolled her eyes and she stepped onto the boat, with Dwight in pursuit. Michael ran past Dwight, until he came across the bow of the ship.
"I'm King of the world!" Michael yelled.
Jim watched the camera crew leave and began to scratch his head. Toby walked over to him.
"Are you okay?" Toby asked in his traditional voice.
Jim nodded. "Yeah, but why isn't the camera crew coming?"
"It's just something corporate wants, I guess. Maybe they want us to remain private?"
Jim shrugged. "I guess."
An awkward pause accompanied them.
"We should probably get on the boat." Toby said, walking back.
"Yeah, you're right."
As the two boarded the ship, Jim couldn't take his eyes off of Pam, who was walking inside of the ships inside. Keep it together, Jim, she's still with Roy. Toby opened the door for Jim, and they both walked inside the warm ship.
"So, how long is this trip?" Jim asked Toby.
"About two or three hours, I suppose."
"Thanks, Toby."
"Don't mention it." Toby said, walking towards a window.
Jim observed the inner compartment. Stanley was sitting by himself, with a crossword puzzle in hand, and his other hand on his head, contemplating what the next word could be. Pam and Phyllis were talking with one another. Michael and Dwight were just sitting at a table, seemingly talking about useless information. Darryl seemed to be on his own, just picking at his nails.
After three hours, the boat made it to the island. The employees were ushered off and the boat left once all of the employees were off.
"So, that's what it looks like? Schrute Farms is better than this." Dwight said, confident.
"Just shut up, would you?" Stanley said, beginning his ascent towards the building.
Dwight mocked Stanley, as he followed. The employees eventually made it to the hotel, where a man was waiting.
"Hello, employees of Dunder Mifflin, I'm assuming you were all invited here."
"Yeah, how else could we have gotten here, idiot?" Dwight said, scoffing.
"Dwight?" Jim said, looking at him.
Dwight shook his head, as the man continued talking. "I shall escort you to the dining hall, where dinner has been prepared for you."
Stanley grew a smile, as he walked inside the building, with the rest of the employees walking inside behind him.
"So, where's the dining room?" Michael asked, missing the obvious door next to him.
"It's over here, sir." The man said, pointing.
Michael nodded, as he walked inside. Everyone sat down at the table, with Toby being the last person to enter the room.
"No, No, you don't get to eat!" Michael yelled.
"But-"
"No buts! You're not eating here!"
Dwight cleared his throat. "Michael, don't you think that's a little excessive. I mean, I hate Toby too, but how can you continue to hate him if he can't eat?"
Michael sighed. "Fine, just don't look at me."
Toby sighed and sat down next to Jim.
The employees dined heartily, with wine accompanying their meals. Creed just looked around him, as he began to feel nervous. Something's not right here. Police, maybe? Or maybe a drug dealer?
Ryan took a sip of his red wine, but began to feel his neck. He didn't know what was going on. He began to undo his tie, as air became harder to accept. He felt as his esophagus closed, preventing fresh air from entering. He stood up from the table and began to move around, frantically. Nobody moved a muscle, as they continued to watch Ryan flail around, until he ultimately collapsed. Dwight was the first one to make it to Ryan's body.
"Everyone stay back! I need to check his pulse!" Dwight yelled, feeling Ryan's neck.
Dwight sighed as he turned back to his scared co-workers. "He's dead."