Andy's got three new candidates in the conference room. One's a Ph.D. candidate who teaches Wednesdays through Fridays, one does ten minutes on his hearing issues (is this an hour-long episode, or what the hell, with all the filibustering?) and then there's the gym rat with the partially blurred out tank top slogan (who Oscar is ogling through the window). Andy blathers excitedly about getting to meet people he wouldn't ordinarily meet, "or know, or even talk to."

Jim and Dwight return to the warehouse to find Erin and Kevin having laid a path of grease down on the floor, claiming Jim and Dwight said it was a good idea. Montage of them trying different ways of sliding boxes stacked on a trash can lid down the run, as Jim and Dwight admit that while it's not the best idea, they have to move the boxes. "And we're obviously not going to carry them," Dwight says. In the background, Kevin slips and crashes to the ground.

In the lobby, Andy introduces Darryl to his new warehouse crew, but Darryl still just wants to be fired. Andy gets in his face and asks what he can do to make Darryl happy after not winning the lottery. And right then, Darryl asks for Andy's job. "I'll do it better than you. I earned it. I deserve it. I got passed over God knows why, for reasons I cannot and will not understand. The job was mine, Andy. Everyone said it was mine. Make me manager or fire me." Andy refuses, saying it's his job, and adds that Darryl wasn't even next in line. "You have a history of being short with people," he understates, plus the replacement Darryl chose for himself was under qualified. Hearing-problem-guy interrupts until Andy shuts him down, then goes back to remind Darryl about his lack of business experience. "You were gonna take classes under Deangelo, what happened to that?" "He died," Darryl says. Andy corrects him, and says he'd be happy to send Darryl to the same classes if he asked. Again with the hearing-loss-guy. Seriously, enough with the padding. Darryl makes excuses regarding his daughter, but then Andy brings up Darryl's other leisure time activities, like Darryl was the one who was in Sweeney Todd. But he actually has a point: "Jo saw something in you. She loved you .She gave you a shot and then you stopped pushing. She noticed." All Darryl has to say to that is, "Okay." Asked for clarification, he adds, "Don't fire me." Andy looks relieved. Darryl THs, "My future's not going to be determined by seven little white lotto balls. It's going to be determined by two big black balls. I control my destiny. I do." Too bad he couldn't have realized that earlier.