Strength
Schrutes must be strong and Dwight has the strongest Schrutes of all. Dwight/Angela
Disclaimer: I don't own the Office, but I do own my little Schrutettes.
It is glorious when you find a good set of twins and Dwight was proud to say that he had his own. James-Michael Dwight Schrute the Second was his seed of genius and Dwight fully expected him to take over the beet farm when Dwight himself had passed on (hopefully to be reincarnated as a rhinoceros. Fact: more people died in Africa from a rhino attack than a crocodile and giraffe combined.). He was sixteen years old and a strapping young lad. He had the strength Dwight had (though slightly less seeing as he didn't absorb his twin fetus's power) but had Angela's hair texture. Straight and brown and not very weather-resistant. But it would do. He also found himself swept up in the crazed fad of skinny jeans, neon colored shirts, and plaid. But plaid was a man's pattern, so that outweighed the other two. No matter how much time James-Michael spent with that awful Taylor What's-His-Name boy or the Halpert girl, he was strong enough for Dwight to proudly call a Schrute.
James-Michael's twin sister was quite a sturdy girl, if Dwight could say so himself. She looked nearly nothing like her mother and inherited all of the strong, bear kick-assing genes from her dear old father. Her hair was thick and tawny brown, and she had a healthy, beet-fed frame that could withstand forty ninjas. Not over forty two ninjas, though, but they were working on that. Her brown eyes could sense any upcoming attacks and her thick glasses could help her see with super-peripheral vision. Sophia's upper body strength came in handy come harvest time, and she could work wonders with a plow when it was time to plant. She was a strong farm girl, and in no way was she Daddy's Little Princess. No. She was Daddy's Big Strong Jedi.
Unfortunately, Dwight and Angela were not blessed with another sturdy set of twins, but he didn't get another daughter. Good thing, too, any more girls on the farm and it would seem like a brothel. Mose would be confused. Fourteen-year-old Darren Christopher seemed nearly useless, though. If it were up to Dwight, they would exchange him in and sue the bed-nurse for delivering such a weak boy. His blonde hair and pale complexion didn't seem like much, but put him to work in the slaughter-house and whoa boy, he could sure chop up a cow. But for some reason… his teachers want to put him on medication and Future Criminal Watch. Corruption, Dwight would swear, the entire Schooling System is corrupted.
Jacob Christian was the most invaluable of the bunch. Ten-years-old and no amount of screaming or shunning or punishment could get him to do anything that involved working outside in the field or the barn. No, he would sit there, growing out his blonde dreadlocks and twittering away on his computer, stating that soon farms would be overrun by aliens and they could all eat nuts and bolts! Hah, Michael must have got to him, that was what he told me when he stayed at the inn once. Angela did get him to do housework on occasion, though, so at least he wasn't a complete couch potato.
But no matter. Schrute men (and girls) were strong men (and girls.
End Notes: Ohhh yeah, these kids are gonna be coming around again soon. James-Michael is already one of my favorites, though you cant tell from this. He's got to be the least Schrute-like Schrute of all Schrutes on the Schrute Beet Farm. :) Full names: James-Michael Dwight Schrute (16), Sophia Grace Schrute (16), Darren Christopher (14) and Jacob Christian (10). Please review!