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Michael and Dwight had both left to go check the tapes and Jim was not sure what to do. He just sat at his desk with his head in his hands.

" This is it," said Creed, " We're going to be thrown into the slammer. But I will see Old Eddy and Musty Harry again, though."

"What!? Jail!?" exclaimed Kelly, " Stripes are so out of fashion and as is orange. I would never be caught dead wearing something like that."

Phyllis looked down at her orange striped shirt.

" Well, we might be caught dead," said Andy, " Dwight once showed me his collection of knives and told me what each one was used for."

" Come on, it's not that bad," said Pam, " I mean it's only a wig."

" That's easy for you to say," said Meridith, " He's obviously going to keep you because of your looks."

" Then maybe there is hope", cried Andy dusting himself of.

Stanley chuckled while doing his work and shuck his head.

" Why are you laughing," asked Andy sharply.

" The day your good looking is the day that I will go on a diet. I'd rather die fat and happy rather than lean and having a sad soul."

" Okay, now why are we off topic," asked Pam, " What about Michael?"

" I say we hit them both in the head, and throw them out in the woods," said Creed nodding his head, " Worked in college."

" Honestly," said Toby, " No matter how much David Wallace likes Michael he's not going to allow him to fire all of these people. He knows that Michael can get a little out of hand sometimes but I'm sure he'll calm down."

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At the front desk.

"Hey you." said Michael to a man at the desk. Show me were the security tapes are I'm trying to catch a crook."

But the man did the seem to here instead he was bobbing his head up and down.

" Let me handle this Michael. We...want....secur-ity tapes..... were?"

" Dwight god damn it he speaks English he just has earplugs in his ears. He's listening to his ipod."

"Oh, well in that case," and Dwight pulled the earphones out of the man's ears.

" Hey what's the big deal?" asked a man in his mid-twenties. His black her was spiky from jell and he had in a nose ring.

" First of all who are you to speak to us in such a way, kid." said Dwight.

" I'm subbing in for the other guy he's home sick. And it's Howl not kid."

"Howl?" asked Michael his lip quivering.

"Yeah."

Then he and Dwight burst out laughing.

" Hey, what the hell?"

" Nice name was your father the wolf man." joked Michael trying not to laugh.

" Better than your names I bet. Let me guess. Dumb and Dumber."

" Actually Howl,it's Dwight K. Schrute to you."

"And Michael Scott."

" Were did you get those names the 19th century?"

" Hey you, Dwight is a wonderful name to have. I was named after my father and his father and his father and his father." said Dwight

"Which leads back to the 19th century."

Michael and Dwight turned around and Dwight said to Michael softly, " Plan B."