Michael drops the tray of sandwiches in Dwight's trashcan and heads for the door. Deangelo comes out to catch him and ask for advice on how to start the meeting. Michael stiffly says he starts with some chitchat and some jokes. "And you might want to develop a couple of characters." Like what, a goofy male cheerleader, or an egomaniacal anchorman, or a basketball player with a huge afro? Give him some writing prompts or something. Deangelo says it's too bad for the office that Michael's leaving, and holds out his arms for a hug. "Bring it in. Come on." Michael just glares at him, but when Deangelo turns to walk away, Michael runs up and hugs him from behind. Deangelo returns the hug from in front. It's as awkward as it sounds, especially with Will Ferrell being so much taller. "Why did you have to be so damn good?" Michael whispers. "I," Deangelo says emotionally, "am adequate. I'm half as good as you." Michael insists that the employees know Deangelo is good. "I just didn't expect you to get there so fast." Deangelo tells him to enjoy this time. "Get your senoiritis on." Finally they release each other, but before stepping inside, Deangelo asks Michael, "What is the...Native American girl's name?" Michael says he'll figure it out, and Deangelo heads into his first meeting and closes the door. Michael closes himself into his office, behind the other door. Closing doors, symbolic, blah blah blah just get to the tag already.
Jim and Pam bring Cece into Deangelo's office. He stares stone-faced at the threw Halperts, but finally admits, "That's a cute baby." Jim and Pam joint TH, "We knew it, If he just met her, he'd understand." "We're back in," Jim agrees, and they both fist-pump. Cece appears to be the only one in the room who picked up on Deangelo's totally insincere tone. And here's Deangelo's own TH to prove it, saying, "I'm telling you, that baby could be the star of a show called Babies I Don't Care About." Man, I should have watched that instead. What channel?
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