“Fear factor.” Michael leaned back in his chair, and Dwight was standing against the wall behind him. “My fear cannot be factored.” He spread his arms out. “I’m like a prime number, like nine.” He nodded. “You can’t break me down.”
“Actually nine is factorable by three.”
“I know.”
“Theeeen, it’s not really a prime number,” Dwight broke to Michael.
“Yeah, it is, it’s the square of three.”
“But that’s precisely why it isn’t a prime number-” Dwight mumbled quickly, trying to get it in before Michael cut him off.
“Fine, Dwight. I’m like one, then. Numer-o uno.”
Dwight looked to the camera and shook his head slightly.