Later, Dwight emerges from the bathroom with an empty fish tank. Kevin enters a moment late and comes out en déshabille, saying, "What the fuck is that?"

Enter Jo, with two entirely different dogs from her previous dogs, which she lets loose in the office. "Nobody let my dogs hump each other, they don't seem to know they're brothers," she announces. Dwight tries to rush her into his office, but she wants to do other stuff, like greet Jim as the only man who ever turned her down. Jim says that Dwight is "firing on all cylinders," and Jo gets serious about the tragic fate of Deangelo. Which is when Jim coughs, cueing the jazz hands from Dwight.

Gabe finds Andy and Erin laughing in the kitchen, and says, "Hey, Andy, did you tell Erin about our conversation earlier when you said you'd never want to date her again? I just thought it was so interesting that you promised that." Andy is flummoxed briefly, as Erin looks curiously back and forth between them, but he eventually rallies and says his "maternal instincts kicked in." As to whether he actually feels that way, "Yes or no. That is between me and my diary." He leaves them to it, and Erin exits the other way like this literally the least interesting conversation she's ever heard. But only because she's usually so interested in everything.

Dwight asks Oscar for a sales printout, and Kevin demands a back massage from Dwight. Dwight tries to put him off until Kevin threatens to call Jo over, and he ends up wedging both his feet against the file cabinet to push hard enough for Kevin. He jumps down from this energetic shoulder-fucking when Jo comes out, saying they'll talk soon. "You gotta admit it, it's nice to have a little power, eh?" she whispers to him. "How's it feel?" Dwight clenches his jaw and loudly says, "Jo, I accidentally fired a gun in the office today. I am telling you this because I care too much about this job to be blackmailed into doing it poorly." The entire office is transfixed, and it looks like Dwight may actually have turned this thing around. Jim may have only seconds left to pre-quit. Dwight continues, "All I ever wanted is to be manager here, and if you feel like you cannot promote me over this one accident, I understand. But if you feel that extortion is worse--" "Shooting is worse, are you kiddin' me?" Jo interrupts. Dwight goes back to weaseling, but Jo isn't having it. "I love you, Dwight, but you don't fit this job. Now I gotta find a replacement for my replacement." Jim looks like he actually feels bad for Dwight, who sinks down on the reception coffee table. That was one hell of a revelation. Jo loves Dwight?