In the woods -- or, I'm sorry, Into The Wild, as Dwight intones (you know he fuckin' loved that movie and has at least fifteen bullet points as to how he would have avoided Emile Hirsch's fate) -- Dwight leads a still-blindfolded Michael past the "bushes and thickets" of the least dense forestry I have ever seen. Hardcore!
Office. Jim and Oscar are talking shop, then Jim points out the memo he sent out (on official "memo" paper, oh Jim) about the birthdays. Oscar's like, "Oh...great. This way we get them all out of the way at once." Oscar's not wrong, that is bullshit. Everyone deserves to have their birthday recognized individually, not in some crappy mid-September group celebration just because their birthday happens to fall during the summer months, not that I'm at all still holding on to anything from my school days. So Jim walks away thinking his idea is awesome while Oscar gives the camera the "...douche" eyes.
Woods. Dwight has finally reached a spot where there are some trees, and he tries to spin Michael around to confuse his sense of direction, but Michael is resistant. He gives Michael duct tape and a hug, and then runs off, leaving Michael to the "elements."