In a TH, Michael tells a joke that's not really worth repeating, except to say that he starts it, "A guy goes to a five-dollar...lady of the night." Because he's delicate and classy like that. When it's over, Michael lets his joke hang in the air like the odor of spoiled cheese and says, "This is what's at stake." Indeed.
Note: I realize that to many of you, this plot probably seems unrealistic, in that you can't imagine that people actually sit around forwarding disgusting and inappropriate emails at work. But if you have ever worked in HR in a large organization, or if you have ever worked in some other capacity that exposed you to stories of how people lose their jobs, you know that the number of people who cannot resist using their work computers to forward around pictures of Condoleezza Rice's head attached to a porn star's body or whatever is far greater than you could ever imagine. I have often said that if there is one thing I have learned from having once worked in the field of employment law, it is this: Please, people. Enjoy your pornography at home.
Later, Michael takes a walk to the warehouse, where he tells us "jokes are born." He is there, of course, to seek a "killer joke" for the seminar. Michael finds Darryl and Roy and some people without lines, and he tells them he needs a joke. Darryl wonders if Michael wants a "knock-knock joke." Michael wants a better joke than that, so Darryl asks whether Michael got his tight pants at "Queers R Us." The q-word is kind of taking a beating here, eh? Michael clarifies that he doesn't necessarily want a joke at his own expense. Not feeling cooperative, Darryl elects to stay on the topic of Michael's pants and the visibility of his "business." Unable to get a subject change, Michael leaves in defeat.