Dwight grabbed his Coke from the refrigerator, and gulped it thirstily.
Seconds later, he spewed it all over the carpet.
Jim sat down for his talking head.
“Did I do something to Dwight’s Coke? What….like, pinpricking the bottom of the can…draining the Coke out….and filling it with Bacardi 151?”
“Because no, I wouldn’t do that.”
