Todd Packer
Michael:Special delivery for Dwight K. Schrute.
Dwight:I didn't order anything.
Michael:And I don't have anything for you. But I do wanna talk to you about something. We have been thinking about where Packer should sit... And we can't just sit around and wait for Creed to die.
Dwight:Well there's a lot of seats in the annex.
Michael:So you wouldn't mind permanently relocating, so that Packer can take this desk here. [Jim looks appalled]
Todd Packer:Thanks man, it'd mean a lot.
Dwight:I have been sitting here for ten years, Michael.
Todd Packer:well I was there for twelve years. Plus my name's carved under the desk.
Dwight:No it is not.
Todd Packer:Is too!
Michael:[Grunting as he crawls under Dwight's desk. Dwight follows] Let's look at this.
Todd Packer:Check it out!
Dwight:I don't wanna move desks!
Michael:Don't be a baby! Okay! There it is. Packer was here and so was your mom! [Todd starts humping Dwight and Michael who are still under the desk.
Jim:Do I have any say in this?!
Michael:No!
Todd Packer:[grunting while humping Michael and Dwight] Don't even watch, Halpert!