Office. Meredith approaches Jim and requests Devil's Food cake for the mondo-birthday bash. Jim's all, "Totally!" "Wow, that was easy," smirks Pam, and the really distressing thing is that Jim totally hasn't caught on to the fact that Pam is mocking him out, which is the most Michael thing about him, in an episode where he does a lot of Michael-like things. So Creed taps on the break room window and calls Jim aside for a private conference. Said private conference is filmed in super-close-up, with both Creed and Jim being very staccato-voiced, like this is Jimmy Cagney movie or something. It's awesome. Creed doesn't want Devil's Food, he wants pie, peach pie, see? And he doesn't care who Jim needs to talk to to make that happen. Jim: "It'll be Angela." Creed: "You tell her it's for Creed. She'll know what that means."
In addition to the documentary crew that obviously followed Michael into the woods, Michael has brought his own video camera, which he has set up on a tripod to record his wilderness musings. It's all very early-scenes-of-Blair Witch except without all the cursing and that girl everybody hated. Michael rambles about water and the position of the sun in the sky, and then he decides that it's getting too hot, so he'll have to cut his pant legs with Dwight's knife and turn them into shorts. As he hacks away at the pants that he's still wearing and hopes aloud that he doesn't nick his "corroded artery," Dwight looks on from behind a nearby tree. Dwight whisper-interviews that he will remain close by to offer Michael "unseen moral support" but no actual help. "I will let harm befall him," Dwight says, intensely, "I will even let him die. But I will never let him lose his dignity." Cut to Michael, in his newly-forged dress shorts, explaining how his excess clothes can be used for multiple purposes. Such as...repurposing as a kerchief. Awesome.
Office. Andy sidles up to Jim's desk and requests a "Fudgy the Whale" ice cream cake for the party today. Wow, I hate to say this but: I'm with Andy. Killjoy Jim, however, shuts Andy down even more swiftly than usual, then tells him he has calls to make. Andy -- and this is a little shocking -- won't let it go, and so Jim storms off all "I can't work like this!" and takes refuge in...Michael's office. I feel like this is the part of the movie where the once-hardcore rocker starts to wear eyeliner and fur coats with no shirt on underneath and all his old bandmates start to look at each other out of the corners of their eyes because they know He's Let It Go To His Head. Jim, right now, is that rocker, and Michael's office is that eyeliner.