JHalpert: So…what’s up?

PBeesly: Nothing.

JHalpert: Come on, Beesly, did you really think I’d let that go? :0)

JHalpert: Seriously, you *have* to tell me what’s going on.

JHalpert: :0(

JHalpert: Is this some sort of elaborate prank?

JHalpert: Are prostitutes involved? (Because if they are, I want in.)

JHalpert: ?

PBeesly: Seriously. Nothing is going on.

JHalpert: You just spent ten minutes with Dwight.

JHalpert: Alone.

JHalpert: Voluntarily.

JHalpert: That’s not nothing. That is decidedly *something*.

JHalpert: Actually, that is the very *definition* of something.

PBeesly: Seriously. Let it go.

JHalpert: Physically incapable.

PBeesly: Fine. Roof. 5pm.

JHalpert: Done.