Andy and Angela are wrapping up their conversation, which Angela ends by inviting Andy to prove everyone wrong about them. When they emerge to the bullpen, Andy asks where Dwight is. "You okay, man?" Jim asks. Andy tells him, "No, not at all. But thanks for asking, I appreciate it." Jim looks uncomfortable at getting a reasonable answer to a pretty dumb question. Andy goes on to thank everyone for lying to him. "You're welcome!" Creed says happily. Dwight now returns from the break room, all full of bad-ass bravado for some reason. "It's over," Andy tells Dwight. Dwight thinks that means Angela dumped Andy, and it quickly devolves into the schoolyard taunts that are their normal way of interacting with each other, only a lot more charged this time, while Jim impotently advises them to calm down. Since that gets nowhere, Andy and Dwight agree to a duel. "The winner gets Angela!" Dwight declares. "What is your weapon?" Suddenly Jim grows a spine so quickly that it launches him up from his chair as he tells them to knock it off. "It is my business when it happens at work," he says hotly. So they agree to not do it at work, and even high-five each other. Dwight repeats his question about Andy's weapon. "My bare hands," Andy says after a moment's thought. "That is stupid," Dwight says. "I will use a sword and I will cut off your bare hands." Meredith is pretty turned on by this display of skewed testosterone. "I've had two men fight over me before," she THs. "Usually it's about which one gets to hold the camcorder." Pam gets her second line of the night when she tells Angela to put a stop to it. So Angela does: "I will respect the results of the duel," she declares. Thanks, Angela. "I call loser!" Meredith chimes in. The principals both announce that they will be taking their breaks at 4:00 in the parking lot. With that settled, they begin circling each other movie-style, until Jim gets up and sneaks between them so he can do this TH outlining his dilemma: "I either get more involved, or I take a sick day. Leaving Dwight in charge. Oh, God."
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.