Dwight is trying to demonstrate the power of grunting while loading a truck one box at a time. When Erin tries it the box she threw just ends up under the truck. "I didn't feel anything," she says.

The applicants are back, having shamelessly raided the kitchen. Andy turns it over to Darryl, who asks them why they want to work there. He's not satisfied with the "I need a job" answer, and tells them not to take the first job that comes along. "Because next thing you know, it's ten years later and you're still there. You could write your obituary tomorrow. It's not going to change." Andy, nervously, "Are we...scaring them straight?" Heh. Darryl hopes so, and with a final proclamation that "there's better lives than this one," he leaves Andy to it.

Darryl THs that he's never been lucky. Not jut the lottery. "Stuff like developing a soy allergy at 35. Who gets a soy allergy at 35? And why is soy in everything?" I thought he was going to bring up another obvious example of his unluckiness, but apparently he's saving that one up.

Ryan goes up to Pam, who's filling in at Reception. "Right back where I like you," he tools. I don't even really like Pam any more and I still want her to punch him. When he asks her to make copies, she says no, and when he busts her buying lottery tickets, he wisely says, "Everyone wants to be rich, but nobody wants to work for it." Pam: "You came in at 10:30 today, right?" Yeah, Ryan's making his own damn copies.