Andy and Michael are at a high school baseball game, and Michael spots Donna's husband, Coach Shane. "Stage right or stage left?" Andy asks. "I played Bat Boy in Damn Yankees." Michael points him out, and Andy starts in an announcer voice, "with two arms , two legs, and a heart capable of feeling pain..." Michael tells him to act normal. About which Andy knows as much as he does about baseball.

Gabe comes out to the bullpen (the office bullpen, not the baseball bullpen), busts Jim and Pam sleeping at their desks, and calls them into his office. He yells at them for a second, they apologize, and they're cool. So Gabe brings up an e-mail he sent about the printer fires, and they start dozing off again on the spot. I don't think they'd even need to be that tired for that to happen.

Dwight and Angela tell the mediator to skip ahead past the Benjamin Button clause and the Matrix clause, and he says that aside from all that, the contract is solid. However, he can't force anyone to be a parent with anyone else, so that pretty much just leaves the matter of damages, which he says can run around thirty grand. Dwight indignantly THs that he doesn't have that much lying around. "I have it buried very deeply, and I don't want to dig past a certain someone to get it."

Andy is trying to do play-by-play in the bleachers, not hindered by the fact that all he knows about baseball is that it's "like cricket." I've tried to make sense of cricket the other way around, so I think we know where that's going to get him. Andy remarks to Michael that the kids seem to like the coach, and Michael points out that that's because he pays their salaries. Even Andy knows that's wrong.

In the conference room. Dwight is refusing to pay, so Angela pulls out a counteroffer, all prepared: "Intercourse to completion five individual times rendered at my discretion." The mediator tries to say that's not legal, but they shake on it anyway. Dwight THs, "Not a bad stud fee. Better than most horses." The mediator protests, "It's coming dangerously close to prostitution." Ignoring him, Angela adds that she wants eye contact. Dwight refuses, arguing how rare that is in nature. Angela protests, "I am not some farm animal!" Dwight keeps his response to himself, but it's written in 48-point type in his eyes.