Jim's still trying to get an agreement from Stanley while Phyllis pries a decorative wine bottle off the wall.

In the warehouse, Dwight explains to Oscar what's going on, and gives him a hurried lecture on all the gorgeous guys he could have picked in the Scranton-Wilkes Barre area instead of Angela's husband. I could say the same about Angela's husband, and I think maybe I might have been doing so for some time. Dwight hustles Oscar out, only to be confronted by Trevor, who's determined to go through with it. "I might puke, but I'm gonna do this," Trevor says. Dwight tries to talk him out of it, but there's soon a three-way battle for the pipe, which Oscar wins, and then Dwight finds himself trying to stop Oscar instead.

Everyone else stands around Pam at her desk while she gets ready to make her complaint-garnering call. And when she does, she tells a "yo mama so fat" joke, badly, but remembering to give her name twice. A moment later, the phone at Reception rings and after a short conversation, Erin hangs up and says, "Ladies and gentlemen, we just lost a client!" They celebrate like it's the NASA control room, for about three seconds.

Trevor makes a run for it, and Oscar yells at Dwight, who in turn yells at Oscar that he saved his life. Oscar turns to see Angela behind him and accuses, "You hired someone to hit me with a pipe!" Angela gets right in his face and says, "You made my husband gay!" Oscar admits he was wrong for what he did, but insists that Robert is gay and always was. He even invites Angela to hit him if she really wants to, but doesn't actually let go of the pipe when she tries to take it. "It's a lead freaking pipe," he explains. She settles for kicking him in the shin and storms off, yelling, "You were supposed to be my friend!" Oscar tries to follow her with more apologies, but Dwight stops him. Thank God Dwight's always around to keep people from going completely crazy.

Pete is about to put up the last card on behalf of Pam, "For insulting a client's recently deceased mother, a woman who struggled with obesity all her life." "I'm so sorry," Pam says. "Yeah, that is terrible," Pete agrees cheerfully, straining to successfully plant the last folded card, which is less than an inch from the ceiling. Yes, they have reached literal new heights of sucking.