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.
Upstairs, Toby is reviewing the sexual harassment policy with a PowerPoint presentation, telling everyone that "intent is irrelevant." Pam raises her hand. She wants to mention to everyone that her mom is coming in later. "MmmmmMILF!" Kevin blurts. "Thanks, Kevin," Pam says weakly. She THs that she generally gets the most sexual harassment on the day of sexual harassment training. You know...she's not the first person I've ever heard make that observation, weirdly. It's like there are people who treat descriptions of sexual harassment as aspirational. At any rate, Pam asks everyone to please not make dirty jokes while her mom is there. Toby loves this idea, and he suggests that a good "rule of thumb" would be, "Let's just act every day like Pam's mom is coming in." I love, love, love that line. Because in all honesty, that would not be a bad abbreviation of any company's sexual harassment policy; it really wouldn't. "Act like someone's mom is visiting." Everyone smiles good-naturedly, feeling for the position Toby is in, it seems. They even applaud when he thanks them for their attention. Toby is the best kind of bureaucrat: the kind who doesn't revel in it.
And then Michael enters. With a mostly nude blow-up doll under his arm. "Is it over?" he asks. Taken aback, Toby says it is, but Michael puts down his doll and insists that it isn't. Horrified looks float around the room. Michael presses the issue, asking the staff if they understand what's being lost. "Email forwards," Angela says sourly, with righteous anger. Michael is really, really appreciative that Angela pointed this out, because he wants people to know that there will be no more monkey sex videos if corporate has its way. Angela clarifies that she hates it when he sends her filthy things and tells her to send them around or have bad luck. So he's crossing dumb emails with chain letters? Heady combination. Michael tries Stanley next for a possible ally, referencing Stanley's hot schoolgirl pinup that he keeps near his desk. Unfortunately, that is Stanley's daughter. Oh, Stanley's daughter. What problems you do stir up.