Todd Packer
Jim:So, this hot chocolate thing.
Dwight:None of your business.
Jim:Well, you know you can't actually poison him.
Dwight:It wasn't poison Jim, it was a laxative. People take laxatives all the time. This is just, a lot more of a laxative. Let me handle this.
Jim:I really think we should join forces on this one.
Dwight:Really.
Jim:What do we think, what would drive him crazy.
Dwight:I know.
Jim:Here we go.
Dwight:Pepto-Bismol, in his hot chocolate.
Jim:You've gotta stop with the hot chocolate stuff. I was thinking we can jam his drawers, so they only comes out two inches, then he can see everything in them but he can't get to them.
Dwight:[mocking] Ooh does Edgar Allan Poe know about that one? So sinister! That wouldn't annoy a person at all! Where do you come up with this stuff?
Jim:Okay! Well this isn't my best, but call Froggy101, say that we're the tour manager for Justin Bieber, and we're giving away free tickets, we give him a number to call for the tickets, and it's his own number.
Dwight:Who is Justice Beaver?
Jim:He... It's a crime fighting beaver.
Dwight:Why don't you write up your best forty ideas and e-mail them to me. Can you do that?
Jim:Absolutely, I'll e-mail you a hundred.
Dwight:Yeah, write up your list of one hundred, edit it down to your top forty, then e-mail it to me, and I'll read it over.