Todd Packer
Dwight:Check it out and have a free butterbeer on us. Keep the receipt and we'll get ya' back!
Michael:What are you doing?
Jim:[trying to hide from Michael what they're doing, he picks up the phone and talks directly into it] All right, so just pack your bags and, uh, be sure to bring those swimming trunks! Bye now! [hangs up]
Michael:I cannot believe this, you're sending Packer to Florida? Why?
Jim:He's a jerk.
Dwight:He took my desk.
Michael:Okay, so you're tricking him into flying to Florida?
Dwight:It wasn't my first choice, Jim had so many better ideas.
Michael:You have to tell him. You have to tell him what you did.
Dwight:No, no, no. That is not part of the plan. That is actually anti-what we're doing.
Michael:He is my oldest friend, I am going to tell him.
Jim:Wait! Why don't we come up with a plan we're all happy about? [Michael leaves]