The latest candidate is a psycho named "Wolf," apparently one of Dwight's paintball buddies. He angrily refuses to sell Dwight a single sheet of paper even in a softball role-playing exercise. Then Hide runs down his overqualifications from back in Japan until Dwight tells him, "This isn't gonna work out."

Now that the interviews are over. Dwight tells us how great all his candidates are, but soon he's literally rolling on the floor in indecision. His old babysitter offers to change him ("I do that myself now," he says sadly) and asks if he's going to make a decision before her car gets towed. Which it already has. Trevor, Wolf and Dwight's other cousin come in saying Dwight shouldn't feel bad, no matter which one of them he picks. "Or none of you?" Dwight trial-balloons nervously. They all agree that would be humiliating.

Dwight quietly tries to get Jim's attention, but Jim extravagantly ignores him, talking aloud about how much he enjoys staring off in one direction. "If I'm not lookin' south, I'm not livin', that's what I always say." And here I always thought his desk faced west. What a shitty sense of direction I have. Anyway, trying to stay out of sight of the losers in the conference room, Dwight belly-crawls up behind him and drags Jim's chair, with Jim still in it, into Andy's office and closes the door.

Cut to Dwight deciding to give Jim a vote on who the junior salesperson will be after all. "You know I wouldn't hire any of these all-stars," Jim points out. Dwight acts disappointed, but then admits that he has higher standards for his coworkers than for his friends. "I just couldn't picture any of them in the old gold and grey." Yep, Dwight designed uniforms, and he shows off a few sketches for the camera in a TH.

So after that, Jim and Dwight are in the conference room addressing the rogue's gallery and Jim is the one who breaks the news that they're going with none of them. Dwight emotes fake outrage while Jim obligingly says it's entirely his call. Nate asks for the return of his resume because there's a chili resume on the back. And Rolf makes a veiled threat about suspicious packages and leads his fellow rejects out of the room. With the day basically shot, they decide to all go to paintball together, blowing off Dwight. And Creed follows them out. "I think that went well," Jim says to Dwight, who looks wounded at having just burned bridges with all of his friends. Such as they are.