Love Me [Jim Halpert]

Twenty

GRIEF COUNSELING

It was a usual day at the office, the birds were chirping outside, and the papers were whirling inside as Michael wandered into the room with a mysterious smile, "Hey, Ryan." He placed a cardboard box down, finishing his cardboard box wall. "Can I get you a pencil from the warehouse?"

"Uh, no thanks. I'm good." Ryan tapped away, focused on his computer.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm going down."

"Um..." Ryan turned to see Michael standing next to his completed cardboard box wall. "Oh. Yeah. Absolutely," He replied, catching on to the joke.

"All right, I'll be right back," Michael replied before trotting behind the boxes. With each step, he pretended to shrink, playfully mimicking descending stairs.

In amusement, Dwight laughed and clapped his hands as Michael trotted back up his pretend stairs, "Whoo!" He exclaimed.

"There you go." Michael handed the pencil to Ryan with a puff.

"Awesome!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

"Michael, could you get me a pen from down in the warehouse?" Dwight asked, giddily.

Michael shrugged dramatically, "Don't mind if I do. See you in a minute." He spoke before stomping back down the imaginary stairs.

"Okay!" Dwight burst into laughter.

Michael then secretly stole a pen from Stanley's desk before reappearing from his imaginary descent, "There you go, fresh from the warehouse." He huffed, catching his breath.

"Hey, Michael. Would you get me some coffee from the warehouse?" Pam called out from her reception desk.

"There's coffee in the kitchen, Pam." Michael shook his head.

"But the warehouse coffee tastes so much better."

The staff muttered with encouragement, "Yeah, it's better." Ryan piped up.

"All right. All right." Michael soothed the group. "Okay." He struggled in his descent before crawling to the kitchen.

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"I am like Bette Midler in For the Boys. Gotta keep the troops entertained." Michael mentioned to the camera with a smirk.

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Michael now returned with a hot coffee in his hands, he descended from the imaginary stairs from behind the cardboard boxes, "With cream and sugar?" Pam requested

Michael sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead, "All right."

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Later in the day, the staff went about their usual tasks while Michael sat at his main desk, engrossed in a phone call, "So I wanted to let you know that we lost Ed Truck." Jan confessed.