Anyhoo, we get to see the "real" Dunder Mifflin commercial, "the Michael Scott director's cut." The ad is just as queer as you'd expect, but kind of a cool accomplishment for the group of social retards that make up the Scranton branch. Does it feature Vangelis's score from Chariots Of Fire? Bet your ass. The ad's concept is one sheet of paper being passed on from place to place, holding a different, hilariously broad message each time. For Meredith and Creed it's a "Corporate Memo," for Kelly, dressed in a sari in front of a Taj Mahal backdrop, it reads "I Love You." She passes it to Andy, who holds it like a baton and wins the relay race. Frowny-faced Dwight hands housewife Phyllis a sheet that reads "You have a son, and it's me." Phyllis, as per Michael's voice-over, realizes that that's not so bad after all. Orange-jumpsuited Stanley picks up the paper while collecting trash at the side of the road (oh, Jesus...), and it's a flyer for Dunder Mifflin, who's hiring. It's his shot at a second chance! Jim crumples up said flyer and tosses it over his back into the trash, where Michael retrieves it, uncrumples it, and puts it in a frame in his office, where it reads "World's Most Creative Boss." Michael then hits us with the tagline: Dunder Mifflin: Limitless Paper In A Paperless World." Wow. That's almost poignant. In a terribly sad, antithetical to the marketing objective, totally depressing kind of way.
After it's done, everyone claps for Michael, and the waiter gives Pam props on the computer animation. Then he asks her if she's ever been on a motorcycle before, which is Jim's cue to put his arm around his lady. Michael, incredibly pleased, says the next round of drinks is on him, which earns more applause. This is possibly Michael's greatest day since "Office Olympics." Which I think was the last time an episode ended on such a heartwarming note.
...What do you mean, "Then it's a date"?
Coda: Andy's still trying to figure out that damn Kit-Kat song. "Hair-For-Men...Poi-son-Gas...Nu-tri-Sweet..." He ultimately decides it has to rhyme with "piece" (um...), which leads him to "Fan-cy-Feast! Break me off a piece of that Fancy Feast! Nailed it." Damn right he did.