Moving On, Pt. 1
Meme It!Dwight:[Jumps out from behind vending machine] I need you.
Angela:Ahh! Dwight!
Dwight:And you should take breaks more often, I've been waiting there for 45 minutes.
Angela:What? What is it?
Dwight:It's my aunt Shirley, she's on her last legs.
Angela:Dwight, that's awful.
Dwight:You have no idea. I mean her hair, clothes, it's all falling off in great big clumps. And we need someone to go out there and clean her up. We had a nurse, but she quit because she was poisoned by Aunt Shirley.
Angela:What do you mean by poisoned?
Dwight:Probably nothing, or strychnine. Or lemonade and strychnine. Which is actually what it was.
Angela:Ok, well I'm very sorry about your aunt.
Dwight:Thank you.
Angela:But I don't see how this is my problem.
Dwight:Angela. You owe me one, remember? Now please, she's an old woman Angela. She needs a woman's touch. It's all hanging out-
Angela:Ugh.
Dwight:And there's parts of her I don't even recognize.
Angela:Gah.
Dwight:There's this one hanging part in particular, that's some sort of flap.
Angela:It's fine.
Dwight:It's like a prehensile wing or something, you know?
Angela:Ugh! God, I can't. OK, I'll-
Dwight:It's a divet...
Angela:I'll help you!
Dwight:..where it was and it needs, it needs a...
Angela:Ugh.