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[OOM: Jim and Dwight get set for a routine sales call.]
A door opens bringing with it a wintry gust of Northern Pennsylvania wind and two paper salesman.
The looks on their faces are familiar even if they aren't. It's the dazed, confused look so many people wear when they first enter Milliways. The dark-haired one slowly turns around, looking at where they just walked in, then just as slowly turns back around towards the bar. That stunned look never leaving his face. His bespectacled friend just shakes his head.
"This isn't the parking lot," Dwight mutters, brows furrowed as he takes in his new surroundings. Then realization dawns and his confusion turns to anger.
"Damn you, Jim."
They didn't have time for childish games!
A door opens bringing with it a wintry gust of Northern Pennsylvania wind and two paper salesman.
The looks on their faces are familiar even if they aren't. It's the dazed, confused look so many people wear when they first enter Milliways. The dark-haired one slowly turns around, looking at where they just walked in, then just as slowly turns back around towards the bar. That stunned look never leaving his face. His bespectacled friend just shakes his head.
"This isn't the parking lot," Dwight mutters, brows furrowed as he takes in his new surroundings. Then realization dawns and his confusion turns to anger.
"Damn you, Jim."
They didn't have time for childish games!