"Whoa whoa WHOA, what is this?" An unmistakable, overly exuberant voice boomed out over the Passover table, shortly followed by its owner, bearing a smarmy smile and a cheap suit. A man's suit. Perhaps. "I~~...don't remember telling the Party Planning Committee to throw any shindigs, buuuut - "
Quickly, Michael was distracted by Jim's yarmulke, to which he pointed and laughed loudly. "What is that, Jim? Thaaaaaat...just looks ridiculous. Hope you don't let Pam get a look at you in it."
Next, his attentions were turned to the Seder plate, and once again, he started laughing. "Wuhhhh-how! WOW! Pretty sparse refreshments. I think you should turn this into a luau, with pineapples and a big, roasted pig."
Despite his criticisms, however, he took a seat at the table, because if there was a party going on, he wanted to be a part of the action. "Well...all right, let's get this party started...right? Let's get this party started quickly....right? Hoooo-ooooh hooooooo-ooooooh!" Unfortunately for Jim, Kelly, and George, Michael proceeded to
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Well, this bird was a bit odd, but George simply nodded gravely back at her. "Elijah is choked up gratitude, he is. None better." Now, he really had no idea what was going on, but one didn't grow up with Percy without being able to fake comprehension of insanity fairly well. As requested, George was about to deliver a homily on the dungbomb's place in a well-rounded prankster's repertoire when some nutter busted in.
All George could do was stare. It wasn't polite to gape at escapees from St. Mungos, but really, who could help it? Besides, insane though he may be, this bloke was a tool. As such -
Oh, wait. WAIT.
This was the bloke his mum had hexed to think he was gay. A wicked glimmer flickered across George's expression in a flash (along with a quick thought that he really wished Fred was here - his twin'd get a kick out of messing about this this wanker). One eyebrow raised and George said, soberly, "Oh, yeah, mate. We're getting loads of parties started. But, really, we were in the middle of a game. But you probably
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Oy gevalt, Michael Scott had crashed the Seder. Jim stifled a sigh and exchanged a forlorn look with the camera George and Kelly, then lifted a hand in greeting to Michael. "Michael. Welcome. We were just about to begin our--"
And then George interjected. Jim blinked curiously over at him, but as soon as he caught on, he started to smile again. "I'm sure you'll catch up soon," he said placatingly to George. "Anyway, yeah, I was about to say, we're playing this game, um..." He scratched the back of his neck and frowned. "I can explain it to you, I guess, but it's kind of tough. It would take a really long time."
Michael. If Kelly could just plan his wedding, without ever having to actually talk to him...that would be the best thing ever. She was about to say a polite greeting, when she noticed that suit. "Mi- Is that suit from fashion bug? Because that print is totally part of their spring line."
"Yeah. Really, really, hard." Kelly had worked at Dunder-Mifflin long enough to know what was up. She was with it.
"First of all, that's what SHE said," Michael easily rattled off right after Kelly and then looked to Jim and George for a reaction. "Second, the suit is...from eBay, okay? Not from Fashion..." He took a quick look at the label inside the suit. "Bug." Dammit. Quickly, he buttoned up the suit so she couldn't see the Fashion Bug label on it. Well, the seller would be getting some negative feedback about that! If Michael could just find a computer around Hogwarts. He was sure he was really missing out on some good forwards from Todd Packer.
"Third, I want in! I want to play the game! C'mon, tell me. Is it 'I Never'? All right, I'll go. I...." He paused in thought. "I never was deflowered anally." Well, not yet, at least! That was what Tinky Winky was for, but not until their wedding night!
Oh, this Kelly bird had just earned herself a whopping discount at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. And bravo to Jim for catching right on. George couldn't help a small smirk - it was so nice to work with competent people - but shrugged ruefully. "I don't know, there," oh, crap, didn't know the bloke's name, "mate. You seem to have this round all sewn away."
Ah, and the tool took the bait. Brilliant. Scratching the back of his neck, George exchanged a look with Kelly and Jim. And, to his credit, only blinked once at the 'I Never' statement. "Well, I'm sure that's not for lack of trying," he said, deadpan.
Then, turning his attention back to the prank at hand, George sighed heavily. "Fine. But don't say we didn't warn you. And you have to follow all the rules exactly as we say, all right?" Leaning forward, George lowered his voice. "The first rule is: You don't talk about the game. In fact, to start out with, you don't talk at all. Not until someone says the secret phrase." Nodding soberly as if to impart some great
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Jim shot Kelly a quick grin when Michael turned his attention to his suit. Excellent work, Kapoor, he mouthed to her. George, he was starting to get that this was his thing, much the way it was Jim's thing, but he was quite pleased to see that Kelly was going along with it! Screwing with Michael was one of the few things that made his interactions with the man bearable.
...See, for example, because Michael said things like that. Jim's face froze at Michael's "I never," shooting a desperate look at the camera out at the assorted company. "Uh... I think for that you have to say something that you think someone else might-- you know what? Nevermind." He didn't want to know what Michael might say to that.
The prank was far more interesting and far less disturbing. He rubbed his hands together and leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the table. "Are you sure you want in, Michael?" he asked, his voice radiating seriousness. "This can get a little..." he hissed thoughtfully. "...Intense." He shot George a concerned look.
Kelly shot a wink at George & Jim, and then Michael started talking. Again. He really needed to cut down on the 'she saids' if he wanted to be a proper gay man.
Oh, ew! This was more gross than that time Brittany Spears didn't wear underpants for a week. Or when Creed asked her to look at his foot rash.
Kelly had absolutely no idea where Jim and the Red-haired boy were going with this. She just covered her mouth to hide a smile, and nodded. Totally serious bussines.
Michael pointed at George. "BIN-go! It most definitely is not for lack of trying." And that was the honest truth, for until he had found Tinky Winky, Michael had hit up Jayne, Simon Tam, Ianto, Jack Harkness, and Owen Harper. "All right, yes, Jim, I want in. Because I~~...am the game master. I totally kicked Dwight's ass in Trivial Pursuit when we played it on New Year's." What he was leaving out was that it was the junior edition and he had completely cheated.
"Right, so...not talking. We~~...are not talking. Noooooot talking...just waiting for the secret phrase." He reached over and grabbed a large piece of whole horseradish root off the Seder plate and popped it into his mouth. In about two seconds, a pained look took over his face, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. "HOOOTTTT!" he wheezed and then gagged. "HOOOOOTTTTT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Quickly, Michael was distracted by Jim's yarmulke, to which he pointed and laughed loudly. "What is that, Jim? Thaaaaaat...just looks ridiculous. Hope you don't let Pam get a look at you in it."
Next, his attentions were turned to the Seder plate, and once again, he started laughing. "Wuhhhh-how! WOW! Pretty sparse refreshments. I think you should turn this into a luau, with pineapples and a big, roasted pig."
Despite his criticisms, however, he took a seat at the table, because if there was a party going on, he wanted to be a part of the action. "Well...all right, let's get this party started...right? Let's get this party started quickly....right? Hoooo-ooooh hooooooo-ooooooh!" Unfortunately for Jim, Kelly, and George, Michael proceeded to ( ... )
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All George could do was stare. It wasn't polite to gape at escapees from St. Mungos, but really, who could help it? Besides, insane though he may be, this bloke was a tool. As such -
Oh, wait. WAIT.
This was the bloke his mum had hexed to think he was gay. A wicked glimmer flickered across George's expression in a flash (along with a quick thought that he really wished Fred was here - his twin'd get a kick out of messing about this this wanker). One eyebrow raised and George said, soberly, "Oh, yeah, mate. We're getting loads of parties started. But, really, we were in the middle of a game. But you probably ( ... )
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And then George interjected. Jim blinked curiously over at him, but as soon as he caught on, he started to smile again. "I'm sure you'll catch up soon," he said placatingly to George. "Anyway, yeah, I was about to say, we're playing this game, um..." He scratched the back of his neck and frowned. "I can explain it to you, I guess, but it's kind of tough. It would take a really long time."
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"Yeah. Really, really, hard." Kelly had worked at Dunder-Mifflin long enough to know what was up. She was with it.
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"Third, I want in! I want to play the game! C'mon, tell me. Is it 'I Never'? All right, I'll go. I...." He paused in thought. "I never was deflowered anally." Well, not yet, at least! That was what Tinky Winky was for, but not until their wedding night!
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Ah, and the tool took the bait. Brilliant. Scratching the back of his neck, George exchanged a look with Kelly and Jim. And, to his credit, only blinked once at the 'I Never' statement. "Well, I'm sure that's not for lack of trying," he said, deadpan.
Then, turning his attention back to the prank at hand, George sighed heavily. "Fine. But don't say we didn't warn you. And you have to follow all the rules exactly as we say, all right?" Leaning forward, George lowered his voice. "The first rule is: You don't talk about the game. In fact, to start out with, you don't talk at all. Not until someone says the secret phrase." Nodding soberly as if to impart some great ( ... )
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...See, for example, because Michael said things like that. Jim's face froze at Michael's "I never," shooting a desperate look at the camera out at the assorted company. "Uh... I think for that you have to say something that you think someone else might-- you know what? Nevermind." He didn't want to know what Michael might say to that.
The prank was far more interesting and far less disturbing. He rubbed his hands together and leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the table. "Are you sure you want in, Michael?" he asked, his voice radiating seriousness. "This can get a little..." he hissed thoughtfully. "...Intense." He shot George a concerned look.
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Oh, ew! This was more gross than that time Brittany Spears didn't wear underpants for a week. Or when Creed asked her to look at his foot rash.
Kelly had absolutely no idea where Jim and the Red-haired boy were going with this. She just covered her mouth to hide a smile, and nodded. Totally serious bussines.
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"Right, so...not talking. We~~...are not talking. Noooooot talking...just waiting for the secret phrase." He reached over and grabbed a large piece of whole horseradish root off the Seder plate and popped it into his mouth. In about two seconds, a pained look took over his face, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. "HOOOTTTT!" he wheezed and then gagged. "HOOOOOTTTTT! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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