Michael is relieved that Jan isn't going to dump him over this. "I'm closer to firing you," she says, dead-serious. Michael figures he's off the hook, and indeed, she just wants to get back to her meeting. After the call, Michael tells us it's weird that a sketchball like Ben Franklin can be president, but someone like Elizabeth can't, despite being able to give great advice that rhymes.
Dwight's cross-examination of Ben Franklin continues, as he asks the bespectacled visitor if he's nearsighted or farsighted. "Both!" Ben Franklin smugs. "That's why I invented the bifocals." Dwight bellows in defeat, dropping the anachronistic chocolate bar and football he's been holding. I guess that must be the real Benjamin Franklin after all.