The next person Gabe follows into the bathroom is Erin, who freaks out that he's in there. "Hey, Creed," she says as that gentleman exits a stall, in my favorite of many callbacks tonight. "Not cool, man," Creed says to Gabe. Gabe just insists Erin read the letter he stuck under her windshield.

Toby's on Skype with his brother Rory, who I guess is played by Warren Lieberstein. He looks like some weird hybrid of Michael and Toby, and combines the sad neediness of both of them. It's creepy.

Michael gives Darryl his single, unfinished copy of Somehow I Manage. It's very unfinished. Michael then asks to use the baler in the warehouse, but Darryl still says no. Michael gets it. But then he tries down at the warehouse anyway, and when it doesn't work, he tries one of those cool exits where you sink a basketball over your shoulder. Except you know how we always assume those always include multiple attempts we didn't see? So does Michael's except he doesn't seem to mind anyone seeing his multiple attempts. Not that any of the warehouse people are paying any attention anyway.

On the way to the sales call, Deangelo asks Andy about his angle -- veteran, month to live, what? Andy just thought he'd talk about customer service and paper quality. "That's stupid," Deangelo says. Then he mentions stopping at an animal shelter to get psyched up, and may or may not demand a high-five.

After a few more attempts, Michael sinks his trick shot. He might have gone over budget on time there.

At the animal shelter, Deangelo hands Andy a dog and tells the story of meeting Jo Bennett. He was walking along, out of work and out of money, and stopped a guy from stealing a lady's dog. "She's so grateful she hired me." Then he grabs the dog from Andy a couple of times, reenacting the moment to feel the energy. Andy feels it, all right. Well, at least now we know how Deangelo ended up in charge of the branch.

Outside the building, Erin tells Michael that she's in love with someone else. "Kevin?" he asks. Still trying to make that dog hunt, I see. "Andy," she corrects. She wishes her birth mother were around to help her choose, and Michael tells Erin that "when the right guy comes along, you will know it." He gives her a fatherly kiss in the head and tells her, "You don't need a mom because you have my number and you can call me any time." "Extension 147," Erin rattles off. Luckily, she's kidding, so Michael doesn't have to explain. We weren't sure for a second there, though. [ Editor's note: There's speculation that this little sequence was hinting that Phyllis is Erin's long-lost mother.]