At the condo, Michael's real-estate agent introduces him to the head of the condo association. Because the guy's name is Bill, Michael puts him through a series of "Mr. Bill" jokes. It's a disease, I tell you. Dwight comments on the fact that the condo is smaller than Michael's current place, but Michael counters that it's "still an upgrade," since he'll own instead of renting, not that Dwight could understand this. In a TH, Dwight says he does actually own property -- specifically, he has a sixty-acre beet farm left to him by his grandfather. He runs it with his cousin Mose. With whom he sells beets. "Sometimes, teenagers use it for sex," Dwight says of the farm.
Dwight wants to ask Bill some condo questions, and Bill assures Dwight and Michael that the place is accepting of "all lifestyles." "It's very gay-friendly," the agent adds. Michael is glad, but he doesn't really understand why they're telling him this. What does his condo have to do with gay-friendly? What an odd thing to say!
Jim asks Stanley if he plays any games. Stanley says he's always up for a good round of "work hard, so my kids can go to college." Stanley doesn't know what he's missing. "Fair enough," Jim says, and he gives an "all-righty, then" look to us. I actually think that game sounds like more fun than golf.
Michael takes us on a tour of his condo. He refers to the very slightly sloped ceilings as "cathedral." Oy. And the condo is cable-ready! Essentially, it looks like every suburban apartment you've ever seen, with the beige carpets and the white walls, and I suspect it will continue to look like that for some time. This despite the fact that he promises us that he intends to "pimp this place out." In fact, Michael knows right where he wants his plasma TV, but Dwight says he can't put it against a shared wall. Dwight is also concerned about the fact that he can hear the next-door neighbor. Michael begins to look ill.
And now, we arrive at the episode's beating heart, where Jim has gathered everyone in the break room to open the Dunder Mifflin Olympics. Pam has even made a banner. Jim is singing the Olympic theme and everything, and he's even lighting a torch. Well...a candle. Jim does the echoing announcement (providing his own echo) of the opening of the games. The candle, he explains, represents "the eternal...burning...of competition, or something!" "It smells like cookies," Kevin Ralph-Wiggums. Jim announces that they'll be competing today for gold, silver, and bronze yogurt lids. The bronze ones are blue, and they're just the reverse side of the gold ones, so, as Pam explains, there is "no flipping." Angela enters to remove her lunch from the refrigerator. She leaves. Angela THs that she does play games. She sings, and she plays with her cats. She just doesn't play games at work! Everyone else follows Jim out of the break room, applauding -- including Toby, who demonstrates that he's a pretty good HR guy by worrying less about the lost work time and more about the fact that for once, everyone is happy and on the same side.