Soon everyone is excitedly witnessing Jim and Dwight each pulling on the end of the pig-rib like a wishbone, except the breaking is accompanied by marrow flying everywhere, on everyone. "Back for more, huh?" Darryl grumps drunkenly from his office. Soon he comes charging into the conference room, accusing, "You!" Jim cheerfully tells Darryl, "Before I forget again, I talked to the guys about hiring you." In fact, they're setting up an interview. Darryl takes this in with alcohol-slowed reaction time, and passes out on the food table, which collapses beneath him, covering him in eggnog. "Very impish," Dwight smirks. On the bright side, Jim is probably going to have to give Darryl the good news a second time.
In the tag, Toby is trying to continue his story until Nellie shushes him and whispers, "Stop talking." She literally can't stand another second, but Toby misreads the situation, asking, "Are you going to kiss me?" "Yes, "Nellie whispers, and gives him a peck on the mouth. And then he whips off his glasses and kisses her back hard, pinning her to the fridge in a very un-Flendersonian manner. She in turn wraps her arms around him in a way that suggests she wouldn't mind him opening his mouth under these circumstances quite so much.
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