New Leads





Michael:Okay, Dwight. Here we go [picks up a sink, spills dump juice on his pants] oh god.
Dwight:Oh [half-heartedly throws something]
Michael:We're never going to find those leads, are we? [they both sit on the edge of a claw-footed bathtub]
Dwight:[surveys the mountains of trash surrounding them] Wow. Amazing, isn't it. No other animal on earth could do this. Maybe beavers. But not like this.