”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.