Andy is floundering, asking the applicants if they have warehouse licenses or masters in warehouse sciences. One of them asks of this is a joke, but he insists it's real. "Painfully real, what is happening right now."

Kevin's trying to crawl with a box on his back, and Jim and Dwight are trying to think of a better method. "We should be able to find a more efficient way of moving boxes than Madge or Hide," Dwight sneers. He and Jim share a chuckle, then look at the cameras nervously and talk about how smart Madge and Hide actually are. Suddenly people are worried about being discreet in front of the cameras at this late date? Kevin brings up the idea of how his sisters used to grease him up to slide him across the kitchen floor, and won't drop it until Erin urgently grabs him by the arm and hisses at him to move on. "I like it, but they hate it, so drop it."

Andy is getting into the weeds with a discussion of bubble wrap, and the next thing you know, he finds Darryl in the break room, reading a novel. "Did you hire them?" Darryl asks. Andy says no, they left. "I got confused and frankly a little weird, and frankly the stuff that you said didn't help." Darryl tells Andy to fire him. Three times. Dead serious. Andy stands in shock, probably wondering who his new unwilling best friend would be if he did that.

Andy THs that maybe that was some kind of test Darryl was giving him, which he had no idea what to do with other than to say, "I'm going to hire some people for the warehouse and hope that you eventually start feeling better. I really hope that's what he and I mean."

In desperation, Andy goes out to the bullpen to ask if anyone knows anyone. "Come on, Oscar! Who's the most jacked guy in all of Scranton? Like, your wildest fantasy guy?" Anyone who expects Oscar to be offended will be disappointed by the three minutes he does on the subject of the most muscular guys in town.

Jim and Pam are on break, and she's trying to sell him her lottery-winner fantasy, even though he's perfectly happy with his. Then he has to remind Dwight that Erin wanted a hot chocolate tea. I'm going to start skipping these pointless non-scenes, I swear to God.