After the ads, Jim has settled on a course of action; he's gotten a paper box and is using it to collect all the weapons Dwight has stashed around the office. "How did that get there?" Dwight wonders disingenuously as Jim retrieves a homemade sickle from behind the copier. Meredith tips Jim off to a "star-shaped thing taped under the kitchen table." Can Jim find it? Shuriken.
Michael is holding forth to Wallace at extreme length. Since the whole point of the drawn-out story is the time Michael told a tweed-clad Kevin, "I feel the need...the need for tweed," Wallace finally realizes this is a dry hole. He gets up to signal an end to the meeting, and as Michael rises to shake his hand, he tells Wallace, "I am so impressed with the potential you see in me." And then he sits back down to his takeout pasta. "Yeah, finish up," Wallace "invites" Michael.
Dwight is out in the parking lot, alone, calling Andy out and whipping some kind of short, skinny leather loop around. Andy is nowhere to be seen. Of course, there's a crowd gathered in the window above again, because they're all too grown up to gather around in a big circle in the parking lot. "I can't believe they're going to fight over me," Angela marvels. Yeah, me either. "I guess people have fewer choices as they get older," Kelly speculates. Down in the parking lot, Dwight finally notices a note pinned to the high hedge bordering the parking lot. Dwight thinks it's a pathetic showing from Andy, but begins reading it aloud anyway. It admits that Dwight would beat him in any physical confrontation. "The soft underbelly of my refined upbringing is my soft underbelly," Andy wrote. Oh, hey, there's Andy -- behind the wheel of his Prius, which is slowly pulling out of a parking spot and approaching an unsuspecting Dwight from behind. "The Prius is silent if he keeps it under five miles per hour," Oscar explains to his fellow spectators. "He deserves the win." And it looks like he's going to get it, as Andy slowly crushes Dwight's knees against the hedge with his front bumper, effectively trapping him half-turned around. Jim actually runs for the door. "Get out of there and face me like a man!" Dwight rages, thumping Andy's hood with his loop. Without getting out of his car, Andy yells back that he's more of a man than Dwight. "I would never sleep with another man's fiancée!" Dwight taunts back that Andy isn't a man. "All you do is dress fancy and sing!...You can't even protect her!" Andy: "Protect her from what? Bears, you idiot? When's the last time you saw a damn bear in Scranton?" Dwight: "Last year, idiot!" Jim arrives and heroically asks Dwight if his legs are broken. "My right one's falling asleep a little bit," Dwight admits." "Go away, Tuna, I'm winning this!" Andy yells from his car. Jim backs off, retreating around a corner so he can listen to them bicker with a pained expression on his face. Finally Andy yells, "I don't get it! How can she be sleeping with you this whole time and only sleep with me twice?" Whoa, what? Angela slept with Andy? That even gets Dwight's attention. "She said she was only sleeping with me," Dwight murmurs, heartbroken. Andy puts his head on his steering wheel. Dwight looks up at the window, where Angela is the only one still watching. Aside from all of us, that is.