Dwight's got his face forlornly pressed up against the vending machine while Andy offers to pour him some "bubbly" and regale him with tales of his night with Angela. The "bubbly" is of course cola, and...oh my God, it's Wegmans pop ("Dr. W" if I'm not mistaking the color of the can). I miss you, Wegmans! Anyway, Dwight doesn't want to hear about it, but Andy insists. He says he was kissing up on Angela last night, and while she wasn't kissing him back, she did close her eyes and start to moan, "Oh, D! Oh, D!" Andy's like, "'D' for Andy, get it?" Dwight gets it far better than Andy, though, and is thrilled, in that weird, creepy way in which Dwight expresses joy. He starts repeating "Oh, D!" over and over, and Andy joins him, and pretty soon they're in unison, yelling "Oh, D!" to the empty break room. Dwight's never seemed more like a serial killer than in these last few episodes. I think killing that cat may have opened a door in his psyche.
Michael sends the ad to Corporate, then asks Pam to clear his phone lines so that when Corporate calls back -- after immediately watching the ad, as he's sure they'll do -- the lines will be open. Pam makes "beep-beep-boop" noises, which apparently fool Michael, because this is the time on Sprockets when Michael's retarded. Michael nervously rocks back and forth in his chair, checks his watch, then picks up the phone to call Corporate, just to make sure.
The camera then fades out and fades back, "ten days later," on Michael getting out of his car. I don't know if we've ever seen this kind of time lapse on the show before. It's very documentary-like, and I always enjoy when we're reminded that this is supposedly a documentary film. Anyway, Michael explains to us that "the geniuses at Corporate" rejected his commercial and tonight, they're airing the "brain-dead" version. We see that Michael's walking into Poor Richard's, where the whole Scranton gang has gathered to watch the ad. The ad is the same one Michael was shown by the ad guys, only with the Scranton branch doing the parking-lot-wave at the end. So they didn't even switch it up to clapping? Michael must've really been despondent. Everyone besides Michael seems to recognize it for the dumb, silly, kind of cool thing that it is -- "Hey look, we're on TV," that kind of thing. Michael, of course, is livid. He bitches to Jim and Pam and the waiter that the ad they made was "full of depth and humor and heart." Speaking of depth and humor and heart, Jim passes a DVD of the unaired Scranton as and asks the bartender if he could play it on the bar TVs. I really hope there wasn't a sporting event going on. Nobody needs to get beat up over this. Speaking of, is Roy there? Doesn't he live at Poor Richard's?