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“Age is meaningless,” Dwight pronounces tersely. “My great grandfather Schrute was twenty-seven years older than his bride. She was seventeen and he was forty-four, and she bore him nine – wait, eight sturdy, well-built children. Little Jimmy doesn’t count. He lacked character and suffered from severe asthma.”

I remember the first time you showed me that line like...a month ago on MSN, and I literally laughed until I cried and made my little sister read it, and then laughed more. Because it's perfection. It's absolutely Dwight in every single way, shape, and form.

“I can ride bareback,” Dwight persists darkly.

How do you DO that? How do you write Dwight like that?

“What?” Michael yelps. “What are you talking about, Pam? You crazy, Miss Beesly. That shit is bananas. B-A-N-A--”


BWHWHAWHAHWEHWEO! Oh, Michael.

And then you went and made the ending all sad! But oh, it's so lovely, and so perfectly in character and perfectly captures this comedy and sadness of the actual show, and the generally tragic-like despair that some of the employees feel.

Erm...essentially. I love this more than would be deemed appropriate. For serious.