Michael looked sheepishly onto his computer. He looked back to the camera, but kept sneaking glances at his screen. “Dwight recently told me I should check out this thing called Bollywood, you know, like with Kelly’s people… but see, the thing is, I thought he said Bodywood…uh… which, I googled, aaaand… it’s a porn site.”

Michael kept a straight face for a moment, but his mouth twitched when he glanced back at the screen. “Hollywood, Bollywood, Schmollywood. This trumps them all.” He turned the screen toward the cameras, which had to pixel-ate most of the image.

“Kelly’s got nothing on these. Not even Pam… then again, Pam’s not ethnic, so… I expected that much.”