Stairmageddon





Meredith:Man, he's really in twinkle town now.
Clark:Is he gonna be okay? I mean, weren't those darts intended for an animal, like, two to three times larger than him?
Dwight:Okay, this dosage was meant for a very small bull, and Stanley's got way more body fat than they do.
Clark:You gave him three shots.
Dwight:Shh. Got about 45 minutes to get him to the client before he comes to. [claps] Grab his feet. [grunts] Let's go!
Clark:All right.
Dwight:Move it! One, two, three. [grunts]