Doomsday





Angela:You sent the late notice to Ryan Heart & Wolf. Right?
Oscar:Mhm. Six-forty, six-twenty.
Angela:Six-seventy, six-twenty.
Oscar:Nuh uh.
Angela:yes!
Oscar:Five eighty-eight plus fifteen percent- Oh no.
Kevin:What does this mean? What does it mean!
Oscar:Andy. [alert sounds]
Angela:Ohhhh!
Andy:Gahhh. That's five strikes.
Stanley:[pulls out Brandy bottle] WellI was saving this for my retirement, which I guess is today.
Andy:Dwight we got five strikes.
Dwight:Really?
Andy:Did the email go out or
Dwight:It goes out automatically at five P.M.
Andy:Well, th- There's gotta be a way to stop it.
Dwight:Well, I would have to enter my password in order to cancel it.
Andy:Ok! Dwight you may now enter your password.
Dwight:No.
Andy:What?!
Dwight:You don't deserve to have this branch. Five mistakes in less than a day.
Phyllis:We did our best.
Dwight:No you didn't, Phyllis. You complained the whole time. You yelled at me. You tried to break into the machine. [everyone interjects] What?!
Erin:You're a real crumb bum, you know that?
Dwight:Hey, you can't just change the rules because you don't like the outcome. What about you, Kevin? What about you and your fake task? Can you tell me now where paper comes from?
Kevin:Uh, the man tree puts its penis-
Dwight:Ha. Ok, alright. Andy back me up here, please.
Andy:Nn no.
Dwight:What?
Andy:No!
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