Dwight microwaves a cup of coffee, and presses his crotch against the door. "I will honor the contract. But I don't have to give her the good stuff." Which must be why we see a montage of him subjecting his own gonads to various forms of punishment.

Michael uses up all the paper in the printer without adding any more, to Creed's shock. "He don't give an eff about nothing!" Creed THs in moral revulsion. Michael agreeing-heads, "I've got big balls."

In the break room, Pam and Jim wonder how they're going to get through the day. Pam vetoes an energy drink, since it'll end up in Cece six hours later. "Doesn't mean I can't drink it," Jim says. "Well, it does and it doesn't," Pam snaps at him. You'd think Jim would eventually stop looking so surprised when that happens. Overhearing, Darryl says the guys in the warehouse, many of whom hold down multiple jobs, have a little place that might be of interest to them. "A restful location. Talk to Glenn, he'll take you up in the lift." Darryl rhapsodizes to them about the dark, warm little spot in the warehouse, warning them, "As far as the rest of the office knows, it doesn't exist."

Phyllis enters Michael's office for his signature, but refuses to look at him. Michael loses his temper and goes out to yell at everyone that their disapproval doesn't change anything. "I'm going to leave right now and go to a motel to meet Donna." Kevin asks why not his condo, and I'm skipping Michael's answer because it's gross. Stanley tells him to drop it already, and Michael calls him "Morgan Freeman, narrating everything." Andy says nobody's going to stop him if that's what he's waiting for. Michael says nobody had better try, and leaves. I could have stopped him," Dwight says. Michael goes out and gets in his car. Nobody stops him.

Angela meets Dwight in their old spot, and they duck behind the sliding door. . Which turns out to be right below Jim and Pam's new spot. So they get to hear the sound of Dwight's zipper coming down and Angela asking, "What did you do to yourself?" "Stop kissing me," Dwight says. "It's not in the contract."

Michael drives to his assignation, and over the course of a wordless, twenty-second shot, he visibly changes his mind.