Oscar and Kevin are hanging together at the party, Kevin knowledgeably reviewing the canapés and Oscar remarking on the severe portrait of Angela above the fireplace. "How can someone who weighs less than a guinea hen be so terrifying?" he wonders. The Senator is announced, and he and Angela engage in some bad award-show banter for the entertainment of the guests. Who, fortunately, seem easily entertained.
Jim and Darryl have just finished a presentation when Darryl calls Jim "Darryl," because of the cup Jim's still holding with Darryl's name on it. Jim acts like Daryl's being a jerk about things, like, if a person cares enough about their stuff to put their name on it, it's pretty disrespectful to ignore that. Not seeing it that way, Jim makes a big production out of dumping the cup's entire contents into the trash. "You want me to wash it for you?" he mocks. "You gonna wash it or you gonna let it soak?" Darryl mocks right back. So this is going well.
In the conference room, Pam, Toby, and Nellie confront the bearded warehouse worker, Frank, who isn't talking. Pam tries to prime the pump by apologizing for encroaching on his space and waits expectantly. "I'm sorry I didn't like your crappy doodles," Frank spits. "I drew a butt. Big deal, Butts are funny." Pam disagrees, so he advises her to get the stick out of hers, and announces that they can't fire him, so "screw you." He gets up and leaves, and Pam asks what Toby's going to do about this. He and Nellie agree that it seemed pretty sincere, so clearly that's going to be the end of it, officially at least. Pam takes her frustrations out to Dwight, who mocks her touchy-feeliness until she declares, "We should go scorched earth on that guy's face." Dwight THs, "Normally I find Pam to be a comforting if un-arousing presence around the house, like a well-watered fern. But today she has tapped into this vengeful, violent side and I'm like, wow, Pam has kind of a good butt." What is with the butts this episode? Back at their desk-clump, Pam tells Dwight that they need an infiltrator. Dwight turns in his chair to look at Clark, who is oblivious to his very near future. "He even looks like a mole," Dwight says.
At the campaign birthday party, some grayhair comments on the obvious connection between Robert and Oscar, and Robert readily agrees that they're good friends, then loudly turns Oscar into a prop for what is an obviously premeditated appeal to Latino voters. Even Angela does an embarrassed facepalm at this craven display, although it's hard to tell whether she's more embarrassed on Oscar's behalf or her own. Oscar looks hurt, but THs after the fact that Robert could have invited any of the Hispanic people he knows. Like his gardener, who Oscar belatedly realizes is Malaysian.