Back to the office, where Michael has reciprocated the warehouse crew's invitation to attend their safety training. Michael gives Toby -- who will be doing the office safety training -- a rather rude introduction: "He's going to try not to screw it up like he has everything else in his life." Realizing that maybe that remark wasn't exactly ready for prime time, he takes it back, gives a more professional intro, and perches on the reception desk to listen. Toby starts droning on about carpal tunnel and other ergonomic concerns, which bores Michael. He wants to skip ahead to the exploding computers. When Toby advises having warm clothing items on hand in case it gets drafty (prompting a whole discussion from the staff about what kind of garments might work), Michael takes over with some fearmongering about Seasonal Affective Disorder. "Thank God we only have the baler to deal with," Darryl deadpans. Michael moves on to heart disease, which the warehouse guy who looks like Biz Markie refers to as "fat butt disease." It must be expensive, in Scranton winters, to heat the glass house he lives in. Kelly even calls Biz a "sea monster" to his face. When he takes umbrage, Kelly turns to Ryan for backup, and he tells her to apologize. That appears to be good enough for Biz, so the warehouse guys are out, with Darryl hanging back to contemptuously tell Michael that while what they do in the warehouse is serious and dangerous, the office staff has a "Nerf® life." "So Nerf® isn't cool anymore?" Michael grumps after he leaves. Nerf® probably got that product placement for free.

In a TH, Michael reminisces about his own warehouse experience: working at "Men's Wearhouse" as a greeter. He's got a point: I'd rather stand next to the baler for an hour than that George Zimmer guy. I guarantee it.

At Reception, Kevin, Oscar, Karen, and Jim are trying to guess the number of jelly beans in the jar. Jim wins, which Kevin protests at length on the grounds of Jim having spent hours and hours for years and years at Reception. He looks ready to go on in this vein for hours and hours and years and years himself, while Jim looks increasingly uncomfortable. Karen looks unhappy at...losing the bet.