”Queer-bait! My car!”

Dunder-Mifflin employees congregated around the scene.

Jim didn’t answer.

Packer threw his beer can.

“Is this because I said you take the carpool lane on the Hershey Highway?”

“I didn’t do this.”

“Someone scratched ‘tiny penis’ on my car!”

Jim wrapped his arm around a smiling Pam, and kissed her temple.