My god, Michael had to ruin everything, didn't he.

He had this perfect idea of a gift, and now it all was going to shit. He was going to hand it to Pam, she would read it and either declare her undying love and waltz away with him, hand in hand (impossible), or (more likely) she would say sorry but she was in love with Roy and cut off all ties, at which point he would probably enter himself into the military.

He looked around the room, at all the people sitting in a circle, connected only by their workplace and Michael's dumbass antics. Oscar comforted Phyllis ("shh, shh, it's okay, don't listen to that bitch, i thought the mitts were wonderful") while Dwight berated Meredith for drinking too much and bad-mouthing Michael ("he is your BOSS! treat him with respect") and Ryan and Pam sat there ogling the iPod, his teapot lying unattended on the chair nearby. He was just about to walk over to talk to Pam when Michael rushed back in, screaming;

 "OkayOkayOkay I have an idea.", and so Jim watched as Michael ruined everyone's hopes and dreams. While people made valid points as to why Michael's idea was completely idiotic, Michael shut them down with remotely connected points and intermittent interruptions of-

"YankeeSWAP!" Michael's scream shook Jim from his stupor, and as he groggily shook his head, Pam let out a little giggle at his strange awakening. He looked over and caught her eye with a smile, and she blushed and looked away.

He smiled into the air for a moment, and then something caught his attention. Kevin was saying- "-how about we invite the downstairs workers up here. They always give the best presents." Which included Roy. Jim was about to say he didn't think that was such a good idea, when Michael said:

 "Of course! You know, they're like my homies and..." the rest of Michael's sentence faded away as he walked over to the door to grab the others.

 Jim sighed. How had everything gone to shit?