Michael tries to make the best of the noise from the exposed toilet pipes running through the office space by philosophizing vaguely. His next project? A pancake luncheon, for which he has sent out an Evite. "Six yeses, one maybe, only eleven nos," he THs. "And 788 not-yet-replieds. But of that group, 782 have viewed it!" Back in the office, Michael wants 800 copies of a coupon for "unparalleled customer service, and he puts it on the poker table between Pam and Ryan. Neither of them touches it. Pam THs if she makes one copy, she'll end up being the receptionist again by the end of the day. Too bad, because she likes making copies, with the paper coming out warm and everything. "And it's cold in there, 'cause it's technically a closet."
Up at Dunder Mifflin, Andy enters the office in brand-new hunting gear. Okay, it's a preppy hunting jacket and an earflap cap over his usual tie and sweater, which isn't good for hunting anywhere other than in Cornell's production of Brigadoon. Dwight peers at him through a rifle scope (in a rare display of Schrutian restraint, the scope is not attached to a rifle) and says, "Clearly a hunter!" Dwight THs that he's taking Andy hunting after work, and as we see Andy hiding behind the sparse potted plant, Dwight continues, "Not long ago, we were sexual competitors. I used to hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him." They continue fooling around, spilling over onto Jim's desk and everything, as these things always do. "I studied him to figure out why I hated him so much. But that blossomed into a real friendship. As these things so often do." Well, this is a promising development. Andy + Dwight + Guns? What could go wrong?
Downstairs, Ryan's on his cell phone with someone, inviting them to Scranton. Michael says he thought Ryan was going to be out of town this weekend, and we don't need to have that explained to us. "Please don't listen to my phone calls," Ryan snits. He continues, "She'd probably be a six in New York but she's a seven here in Scranton. And then my boss is my old boss." Pam looks stunned. Well, Pam, he did say not to listen.