E-Mail Surveillance
Meme It!Dwight:Mi-
Michael:AH! Guh-oood.
Dwight:Sorry.
Michael:Please don't do that.
Dwight:Ok, I'm sorry. What is going on in there? Why is he here? What are you doing?
Michael:I can't tell you.
Dwight:You have to tell me.
Michael:I don't have to tell you anything.
Dwight:Look, Michael, I know you don't want to have to think about this, but if something were to happen to you, God forbid, then I would need to know in order to take over.
Michael:Dwight, nothing is going to happen to me, ok? I'm in the best shape of my life. Look at this. [flexes his arms] Brrr! That's strong!
Dwight:Yeah, but that doesn't matter, you could get a brain aneurysm-
Michael:I'm not going get a brain-
Dwight:Or get hit by a car-
Michael:Stop it.
Dwight:Or a bus or a train. Get poisoned, fall in a well, step on a mine, choke.
Michael:Uh, oh, ok; if I step on a mine in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and die, you can have my job, ok? Why don't you just go... away?