(Scene opens in Michael Scott's office. He is on speaker phone with his boss, Jan).

Jan:
Michael, it's a pretty big deal.

Michael:
Oh Jan, relaaaaax.

Jan:
You've got 6 months of invoices that you haven't signed off on. Hasn't accounting spoken to you about this?

Michael:
Jan, look. I run this office on friendship and trust. I don't think people would be too happy if I pestered them all the time about signing some stupid forms.

Jan:
Well, Michael, if you don't get these forms signed the company could sue you for embezzling and you will lose your job. Now I think it's time for you to take some responsibility and learn to delegate.

Frustration takes hold of Michael.

Michael:
You know what Jan? I wouldn't expect you to understand the kind of tight-knit family we have here in Scranton. We're all best freinds. We trust each other.

Moment of silence.

Jan (flustered):
I don't understand, Michael. What does that have to do with getting invoices signed?

There's a pause. A wily, yet giddy look creeps over Michael's face.

Michael:
I've missed you. Have you missed me?

Jan sighs in frustration.

Michael:
I was thinking maybe this weekend we could do the mini golf thing again and'�

Jan interrupts sternly.

Jan:
Michael.

Michael:
Yes?

Jan:
Get it done!

Michael:
Okay. (pause) I love y'�

Jan hangs up.

Michael:
'ou. Okay. (Under his breath) That's'�nice.

Michael walks over to accounting. Kevin, Oscar, and Angela are discussing something when Michael approaches. Michael props his arm on top of the filing cabinet behind Kevin and rests his cheek on his hand. He sighs.

Michael:
Hey guys. What's up?

They all look up at Michael.

Oscar:
Nothing much. We were just discussing how we could maximize'�

Michael gets serious. He folds his arms and interrupts.

Michael:
So how come I haven't gotten the last six month's worth of invoices from you guys? Jan needs them ASAP and I don't have them. Why do you suppose that is?

Kevin:
We put those on your desk at the end of every week.

Michael smiles condescendingly.

Michael:
I'�don't think so.

(Cut to footage of Michael eating buffalo wings and obliviously discarding the bones on top of the pile invoices. He wipes his fingers on them and throws the pile of invoices and chicken bones in the trash).

Talking head: Michael:

'At the end of every week I like to have what I call 'Wingstop Friday'�. I invite Ryan and sometimes Dwight into my office and we eat a plate of buffalo wings and talk trash. *(Cut to footage of Michael and Dwight in Michael's office laughing and joking with mouthfuls of buffalo wings and sauce-covered faces. An expressionless Ryan sits at a chair in the corner saying nothing. Ryan looks up at the camera).* It's a great way to reel in the weekend.'�

Talking head: Angela:

'I think it's ridiculous that Michael blames us for everything that he does wrong. It's not our fault he's a bumbling idiot, but the heat falls on us every time. A real man takes responsibility for his actions and keeps his employees under a strict disciplinary code of conduct. ...Very strict.'�

Angela loses herself for a moment. Evidence of a small, revealing smile begins to creep over the side of her mouth.

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