As Andy and Angela seemed to be getting closer, Dwight became closer with his Xbox, although he did make sure everything on the beet farm was well before getting into a mission. He developed a team, and was determined to make them invincible.
Dwight would play on his own when he teammates were in class or doing homework. It was finals week when Dwight played alone, and if anyone snuck away from their studies to play, Dwight could hear angry mothers in the background followed by, "Crap, gotta go."
After killing one specific player ten times in a row, Dwight shouted out to the user.
"What's wrong with you? This isn't fun for either of us."
A high pitched voice answered back, "Sorry, I play a lot but I'm so terrible…"
Dwight looked closer at the gamertag. "BeetGurl347," Dwight read it out loud.
"Yeah, I love beets. The root, not so much the musical kind."
Dwight let a smile creep over his face, but wasn't going to let one or two common interests make him swoon.
"I actually own and maintain a beet farm, and it's also a bed and breakfast."
"Oh wow! It must be nice. Where did you find time to get so good at this game?"
"I organize my time on a very tight schedule."
Jim, was having trouble keeping his girly voice convincing, but Dwight didn't seem to notice anything odd. He hoped he didn't jump into it too fast by saying "I love beets," but the account name is BeetGurl.
Dwight was busying his mind with all sorts of thoughts. He'd never heard anyone, and especially never any woman, say that they love beets. He'd heard, "I don't love beets," "Who could love beets?" and "Beets and love are two completely different things, Dwight." As he thought this, BeetGurl347 was killed again. When 'she' regenerated, Dwight had a proposition for her.
"You have absolutely no strategy, do you?"
"What? I guess not." Jim was slightly insulted, for he wasn't playing so horribly on purpose.
"You show great promise. Shall I take you under my wing as my apprentice?"
"Okay!" Jim tried to sound as bubbly and excited as Kelly after Ryan was moved to the desk behind hers.
"So many things to teach you. Where to begin?" Dwight shook his head as if the other player could see him. "Let's start with your weapon of choice..."
Perhaps Dwight had told a white lie about Jim's "promise", and just wanted to see if BeetGurl347 was more than just a lover of beets.