Erin and Michael get him all set back up in his office, and dance to the little demos on the synthesizer stashed under his desk.
Out in the bullpen, as Jim removes his manager suit jacket (and good riddance, I say), Dwight welcomes Jim back to his old desk. "New boss for what, four and a half hours? New record low." Dwight keeps chattering until Jim simply reaches up and dips the end of Dwight's tie into his coffee cup. Like riding a bike. "Michael!" Dwight yells.
At the end of the day, Dwight and Ryan smugly get in the elevator together, considering their diabolical plan a success. "Jim dug his own grave, but maybe we provided the shovel," Ryan says. They agree to celebrate with a drink, and the doors close. By the time they open on the first floor, they're arguing about where to get a drink. Dwight doesn't want to go to a pretentious martini bar, and Ryan doesn't want homemade beet vodka. Man, Jim never had a chance against these two.
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