Kevin's getting more advice from Jim and Pam, this time about touching. Jim's thinking none, Pam's thinking a little, but when Kevin asks, "Like this?" and clamps a meathook over Jim's forearm, I'm going to have to give this one to Jim. Then Andy comes up and orders, "Don't touch her, don't talk to her, don't look at her!" And then we're in a three-way TH where the three of them are yelling at each other, until Andy wins the day by yelling about Kevin turning into "this blackened carbon brick in the barbecue sauce of shame and rage, and two hot people with a perfect relationship would not understand that!" They don't seem to have an answer for him.

While walking around in the parking lot, Michael is trying to riff about how often he and Dwight think exactly alike. When that doesn't work, Michael comes right out and asks Dwight to fall on his sword. Dwight refuses. "I did fall on my sword once," he THs. "I was running with it in my belt." Michael claims that with his farm, Dwight doesn't have as much to lose as Michael does. "What about Shoe-la-la?" Dwight asks. Michael says it's not ready yet, but in a TH, he does tell us about his idea for a fancy, special shoe store for men. Maybe he could put golden tickets in the shoes.

When they return to the office, Michael announces that he had a nice walk with Dwight and even enjoyed himself, with "my best friend." "These aren't announcements," Oscar protests. Michael insists that they are, "You just don't care about the information." Oscar quietly concedes the point.

In a joint TH in the office, Michael is still leaning on Dwight, talking about the freedom that you can't put a price on, that could be Dwight's if only he allows himself to get fired for Michael's screw-up.

Dwight returns to his desk, and Jim advises him not to take the fall for Michael. Dwight's still not sure, except for one thing: he's going to write Jim up for insubordination. "There it is," Jim says.