The Injury
Toby:Wow, you just dive right into it.
Ryan:You know, around age twelve, I just started goin' for it.
Michael:[loud noise in bathroom] No! Guh! OW! Awww, help, help me!
Toby:What, what happened?
Michael:I fell off the toilet. I'm caught between the toilet and the wall.
Toby:What do you need?
Michael:Ugh, not you. Someone else. Get Pam.
Toby:I don't think Pam's gonna want to come into the men's room.
Michael:Get Ryan. He needs to lift me. [Ryan shakes his head] and he needs to clean me up a little bit. Bring a wet towel.
Toby:Ryan, is, uh, dead.
Michael:No, he's not.
Toby:Dead.
Michael:I just saw him.
Toby:No. Can't, can't you just get up yourself? I... You only grilled your foot.
Michael:Ugh, forget it. I'll just get up myself. No! Uh, aaaahhh! Ah! Oh God!