Author's Note: Just, you know, writing about random stuff that could happen... (personal interviews will be shown like this: Michael )
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Pam
"So, this year, our summer interns were all chosen by Dwight. He picked five Korean exchange students. We know that they understand English, but we've never heard them speak it. They're just, like, their own little group."
Dwight
"Yes. I did choose the interns this year. And, it seems that I chose well. The Koreans do almost all tasks roughly eighty-five percent faster than last year's interns. In fact, I fear that if allowed to stay here more than their assigned time, they will overtake Dunder Mifflin. Perhaps I have not chosen well..."
Andy walked across the break room, intending to purchase something from the vending machine on the other side. As he did so, however, he passed by the table where the interns were eating their lunch. One of them (nobody actually knew their names, with the exception of Creed, who could communicate with one of them through the mutual language of Mandarin Chinese) pointed at Andy and said something in Korean, and the rest burst into animated laughter.
Andy stopped. "What?" He smiled, confused.
Suddenly, they all went silent and continued eating their food.
Andy laughed nervously. "Yeah, pretty funny..."
Andy
"What? I love the interns. They apparently think I'm hilarious..."
Jim, who had had almost no interaction with the new interns, then asked them a question he thought to be innocent and accurate.
"So, are you guys staying here for another year, or going back to Japan?"
The interns all stared at Jim with an intense look of hate.
Jim gave the camera a look that suggested he was scared.
The interns then got up, and left.
Jim
"What? Michael specifically told me that they were all from Tokyo. He specifically mentioned that in conversation."
Michael
"There are two kinds of lies, okay? There are real lies, like, "Hey, Toby is a really nice guy who doesn't creep everybody out," and then there are conversation lies. Those lies are okay, because sometimes you can tell that a conversation is headed for an awkward silence, and you know you have to say something, so you just lie. That's not a real lie."
The interns spent the rest of the day whispering to each other in the break room. Jim tried to apologize several times, but was met with the same look of cold loathing on each occasion.
The next day, Jim reached the spot where his desk had been, and found nothing. The Koreans were all standing together, looking just as intense as they had the day before. Jim searched the building for his desk, but came up empty handed. When he returned to the office, Andy walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, then pointed up at the ceiling.
There, flipped completely upside-down, was Jim's desk. All of his papers and supplies were there, held in place by an unseen force. He stood in awe for about thirty seconds, then faced the Koreans.
"So, we're even now?"
One stepped forward, then shook his head.