So basketball ensues. Roy and Jim are both pretty good, and when Jim puts a particularly pretty move down to get past Roy, Pam can't resist giving a little whoop. Uh-oh! Dwight hits a nice shot, only to be eye-rolled by Michael, who can't believe Dwight didn't hit him when he was open. Dwight tries to take a drink and pours water up his mask, and that's certainly one for the highlight reel. Michael calls a bogus foul on himself and awards himself the shot, and all I have to say about that is that if anyone in college basketball used a ball-bouncing ritual like Michael's, no one would finish a game before graduation. And after all that, Michael's first shot goes right over the backboard. A pass from Jim flies right past Michael and into a pile of boxes. Dwight and the East German gal are about to throw down. Roy takes the ball away from Michael while Michael is doing his Harlem Globetrotters impression. Eventually, Michael calls time, and during the huddle, Jim agrees to take over guarding Roy. Dun-dun! Jim scores, and he cruises by Pam with a little "Eh?" smile, which she returns. And then Jim gets Roy's elbow in the face and gets a bloody nose. (Reportedly a real on-set accident, it could not have been planned better.) And then Jim scores, and then Jim takes the ball away from Roy, and then Jim throws Roy to the ground with his elbow. Everyone's happy about that...except Roy. Dwight steals the ball from Ryan. "Same team, Dwight," Ryan says softly. Phyllis makes a shot -- aw, Phyllis!
Michael runs over and asks Angela the score. Angela tells him that sales is ahead at the moment, and as it happens, Michael soon suffers a flagrant foul! And he wants to call off the game! And he guesses they'll just have to leave off at whatever the score is now, because he just cannot play under these conditions! What bad luck! Angela offers Michael a cold pack from the first-aid kit for whatever his grievous/bogus injury might be, but Dwight snatches it away, insisting that you have to "break the interior bag" -- and, of course, he explodes the bag, spraying its contents all over Michael. When Michael sums up that he guesses this means the warehouse guys will work Saturday, they essentially announce to him that that's not going to happen. Michael edges closer to them and reminds them that he's the boss. Lonny tells Michael that...they're coming in next on Monday...right? Michael chuckles nervously. Jim looks on, stricken -- not wanting to work the weekend, not wanting Roy to win anything, not wanting Michael to get pushed around, and knowing that Michael is probably going to give in here, because it's his nature to be a coward even when he's right, let alone when he's already acting ridiculous. Michael chuckles and stammers, and finally he agrees that the office staff will come in Saturday. Jim looks disgusted and disappointed. Everyone else just looks like they don't want to work Saturday.