Dwight conducts a faux interview with Angela, saying that although he knows she's innocent, he has to make it look good. "Where were you yesterday after work?" he shouts at her. Angela's smile tells us that she thinks it looks very good indeed.

Michael comes out of his office to find Dwight on the phone. He launches back into his narc bit, encouraged by Kevin. Undaunted, Dwight hangs up his phone and announces that drug testers are on their way as we speak. Apparently, this is company policy when drugs are found on the premises, which Toby more or less confirms. Michael stops teasing and starts looking nervous. Hmm, might Michael have something to hide?

Sure enough, in a TH, he admits that he went to an Alicia Keys concert two nights ago, and this girl with a lip ring in the seat next to him had a friend who was passing around clove cigarettes. "Everyone was doing it," he excuses. Back in the bullpen, Michael announces that he's cancelling the drug testing in favor of visual inspections he will conduct himself. But Dwight isn't having it. "It has to be official and it has to be urine!" he yells at everyone, swiveling from side to side in his seat like Deputy Shit of Turd County. Michael retreats to his office to regroup, and possibly think of a way to parallel himself to Vic Mackey on The Shield.