Erin now has an open case of pens sitting behind her at Reception like a Bic telltale heart. She THs that the delivery went amazing, but now she's torn between unpacking the pens and looking like a credit-hogging busybody, and not unpacking them and looking like a lazybones. As a result, her nerves are shot. Then she remembers the question. "No, I've never had an espresso before. They're good, though."
Employees are still downing espressos in the kitchen, and there's getting to be a weird energy in there. And a lot of it, as Kevin starts doing lifts with Angela.
Clark is trying to conduct an actual sales call, but Dwight is more interested in putting him down for Stone's entertainment benefit, sharing such tidbits as how Clark dated a transvestite. Clark in turn accuses Dwight of having killed some promgoers while drunk-driving, and Dwight accuses him of lying, like when Clark used to collect "treats" form the cat box. "Glistening brown morsels tumbling from every pouch in his trousers...you can't make this stuff up." Clark says someone could, "Someone with very few friends!" Son walks in, and Stone contemptuously introduces him. "Cat turd collector written all over him," Dwight scoffs. He really needs another setting besides eleven.
Darryl's interview is at a round table in a conference room with Jim and the other partners, and it's not going well, as he makes a juvenile comment when someone uses the word "mandate." Darryl decides he's wasting their time and is about to leave, being an unqualified warehouse manager and all, but the others assure him that they're, like, a newspaper editor, a science teacher, a home shopping network employee, a lawyer, and some paper salesman, the last of whom advises Darryl to picture everyone naked. That lightens the mood, so Darryl sits down again and passes out some binders he put together. "Wow, this guy came prepared," he says.
In Scranton, people are back at their desks. "So this is what two PM looks like around here!" Stanley says cheerfully at a time when he's usually having his siesta. Erin has opted for unpacking the pens and is in the middle of doing so when Pete wanders up and idly remarks that she's like the new office administrator. Erin claims, "I just took over the pen shipment because Pam had to leave. When I say it out loud I know that sounds insane, but it's the truth, I swear." Kevin starts scooting around in his caffeine fit and talking about Erin gunning for Pam's job, prompting her to panic and start packing the pens up again.