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.