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We could get Deangelo flowers.

No, you can't get flowers

for someone who's in a coma;

they'll wilt
before he wakes up.

- Yeah, that's true.
- Good point.

A week ago our boss hit
his head trying to make a dunk.

He suffered
severe head trauma,

which, due to what were only
described to us

as poor decisions
on Deangelo's part,

became a minor coma.

And then Gabe said
he didn't want

any accountability
for anything that happened

in this office,
so now we don't have a manager,

which means making a decision
has gotten... easier.

All in favor of the baskets
full of chocolates,

teddy bears, and balloons.

Wait, wait.
All in favor

of the knapsack filled
with canned goods,

chainsaw, gasoline,
and emergency radio

in case he wakes up
post-apocalypse...

Nope.
Baskets have it.

So as it turns out,
unless you're a young child

or a prison inmate,

you don't need anyone
supervising you.

People just come in

and do their work
on their schedule.

Imagine that--people like us
allowed to sell paper.

Unsupervised.

And yet, somehow it works.

It must be because
the stakes are so high.

Well, I really appreciate
the offer,

but I'm just happy
the way things are.

Okay. Thank you.

That was Jo asking me
if I wanted to take over

as acting manager
while they find a replacement.

I told her...

I don't want to mess
this up, right?

There's a consensus.
People are happy.

[telephone ringing]

Dwight Schrute.

Yes, I would.

Thank you.

Jordan.

Gather my things
from my desk.

[exhales]
Wait...

[door slams]

What have you done?

Mose...

you'll never guess
where I am right now.

[screams]

[bright music]

♪ ♪

[knocking at glass]

Can't stay there all day.

I'm coming.

Do I at least get to go
with you in this fantasy?

You'd slow me down.

Dwight has been acting manager
for three months now.

No. A week.

Just feels like three months.

Let's see... we all have
to punch into a time clock

which is very old,
very strong,

and has a slot about the size
of a finger.

We were all given
new business cards

big enough to set us apart
from the competition,

which is how I learned
that our titles

are all now junior employee.

Our lunch breaks are staggered
to prevent wasting time.

Mine's at 10:30,
and I find

that the first hour of the day
goes by a lot quicker

than the second seven hours.

Stop stalling.

Come on.

Oh.

Let's begin.

For ten years, I've been
picturing this very moment.

And now that it's here,

it's exactly as I imagined.

This desk is an exact replica
of Uday Hussein's desk.

I don't support his actions,

but we can't argue
with his tastes.

And you try growing up
with a father like that.

[chuckles]
I did.

On a smaller scale.

This is a 3D wolf.

[howls]

The samurai is the most mighty
of warriors.

[laughs]

And this is a letter opener.

Or is it?

Dunder Mifflin!

It's a Beaumont-Adams.

It's over 120 years old.

Aka the Widow Maker.

Isn't he a cute piranha?

Come on, boy. Here you go.

I will never be happier
than I am right now.

I will also
never be less happy.

I will be at my current
maximum happiness

for the rest of my life,

'cause I am manager
of the Scranton branch

of Dunder Mifflin.

Acting manager.

all: I pledge allegiance

to the flag
of the United States of America

and to the republic
for which it stands,

one nation, under God, indivisible,

with liberty and justice
for all.

- For all.
- Amen.

Excellent.
Morning announcements.

There's been a problem
with some people

sharing copier codes.

Your copier code is
a distinct 21-digit number

that is unique to you
and you only, okay?

Don't share it.

Jo Bennett, our CEO,
will be here today

for a high-level meeting
involving Gabe and myself.

Ooh. About what?

That's on
a need-to-know basis.

I thought I needed to know
for your calendar.

General meet and greet.

So I expect you to be
on your best behavior,

which means none of you
will be insubordinate

nor will you
foment insurrection.

Question. If we've already
fomented insurrection,

may we be grandfathered in?

Mm, define "foment."

You define "foment."

[clears throat]

Please take note
of the new color-coding system.

- Aha!
- Oh, my God!

- What is wrong with you?
- Gotcha! Why are you late?

It's none of your business, actually.

It's very medical
and personal.

All right.

You stop me when I reach
the diseased area.

I was signing up to audition
for "American Idol."

I think I have
a really good shot.

My only fear is that they say

you can't have
talent representation,

and I do.

I have three clients--
Kelly Kapoor

and these twins I found
who are really hard to look at

but harder not to.

In fairness,
Darryl did tell me that joke--

Oh! [laughs]
Darryl's funny.

- I know, right?
- Hey, Andy?

- Yeah.
- Um, can I talk to you

a second about
these client memos?

Sure.

What's going on?

Are you still
in love with Erin?

What?

Because I am.

I need to get her back.
I can't be alone anymore.

Andy, do you like being alone
with me right now?

No. This is horrifying.

No, I don't like being alone
with me either, okay?

[crying]
I have to get her back.

Are you still gonna date her?

We're just friends, okay?

Do you promise that?

Yeah, fine, I promise.
We'll never date again.

Can we go outside now?

No. Just give me a second.

I don't want anyone
to know I've been crying.

[sniffles]

Erin's great, that doesn't
mean I have to date her.

We're good friends.

Friends with benefits.

The benefit being
good friendship.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
what do you think you're doing?

What's this?
What's the Fist?

Oh, it's just a social club.

You know,
like the French Revolution

or the Black Panthers
or communism.

It's just a club.
Guys talkin'. You know?

You expect me to believe

that you're starting
a rebellion?

Mm, nope. A social club.

God, I hate when everybody
calls us a rebellion.

Okay, you know what?

- I would love to join the Fist.
- And we would love

to have you, but not today, unfortunately.

It's a bad day, what with
Operation Overthrow

and everything,
but I have noted it.

[copier beeping]
One...

Pam, I have
to show you this video.

You're gonna love it.
It's Beyoncé falling

with a fart mixed in.

[buzzer blares]

I will convince Jo
to make me permanent manager

by raising efficiency.

No conference room meetings,
no Internet.

This is a high-powered
cell-phone jammer

I got off the black market.
[device beeps]

Although if I keep it too close
to my genitals,

I could have children
with freakish mutations

or powers.

Four.
[copier beeping]

One. Seven.

- One.
- Another one?

- both: Yes!
- Seven.

Could you turn the volume
down on the beeping?

Two, six, nine.
Shut up, Oscar. Eight.

- Nine first. Put the nine.
- Nine.

- both: Eight.
- Five.

- Thank you.
- Three.

Zero, zero.

- Again. Zero.
- Okay.

- Four, six.
- Nice.

Two.

- Oh, I hit three.
- One.

- I hit three instead of--
- God!

No food now?

Someone has to do something
about Dwight.

He put some snacks
in the freezer for us.

You mean the frozen mice
for the piranha?

No,
the blueberry Slurpee pouch.

Hmm, he means the ice pack.

Well, maybe we should talk
to Jo.

And say what?
"Jo, Dwight won't let us

watch sneezing animal videos
online anymore. Fire him"?

No, Pam.
This is our life now.

Mindless drones working
for a machine.

It's just like
that movie--hmm.

What was that movie with
that actor?

Oh, he's in that one big movie
with that lady.

- With the lady?
- And then--yeah.

And then one really huge movie

with that Black actor who's
been in a bunch of things.

- He's Black?
- No, no, no. He's not Black.

He's the one who...
oh, my God.

This is why we need
the Internet.

I'm going bonkers.
I can't--can't take it.

It's just a movie.

"The lady and the Black man."

Yeah.

2:00 should probably be okay.

I can either take
your number or--

I'm sorry. This can't wait.

He's just gonna call back.

Erin, I am in love with you.

I don't believe in much, okay?

I don't believe in horoscopes.
I don't believe in Christmas.

Uh, uh, I sure as hell
don't believe in God.

[quietly] What?

Or maybe there's a God.
I don't--I don't know.

I mean, it's just not a guy
with a long white beard.

Or it could be.
I mean, it's possible that

that is exactly
what--what God is.

But for all of the disbelief...
[telephone ringing]

I believe in us.

I believe in love.

You have made me believe

that for all
of the hokum out there--

uh, do we not have voicemail?

Dwight doesn't trust robots
to give us our messages.

Well... it's just...

it messes up my rhythm.

But...

I'm taking a break
from dating.

Gabe was a great guy with
so many wonderful qualities,

but it was a challenge
being touched by him.

Wow, you've really embraced

the whole
"Bon" villain aesthetic.

Ah, Jim, Jim, Jim.
[sighs]

The gun is a Beaumont-Adams.
Jo collects them.

I thought we could have
some nice small talk about it.

And the piranha's a rescue.

And the desk.

The desk is a replica
of Uday Hussein's desk.

I saw a picture in Newsweek.

Listen, I'm a very busy man.

Let's get right down
to business.

- Okay.
- Jo is coming later today.

I cannot have a subordinate

trying to make me look stupid, okay?

I need you to promise me

that you'll be
on your best behavior.

I promis... ed
other people

that I'd be
on my worst behavior.

[Dwight taps desk]
And I gave 'em my word, so...

Don't make me fire you.

You can't fire me.
You're acting manager.

Not office manager.
So you have no firing powers.

Don't make me pre-fire you.

You wouldn't dare.

Watch this.
You're pre-fired.

And when I'm promoted,
you'll be full-fired.

[quietly]
If you get promoted,

and if you haven't fallen
in love with me by then.

What?

If I had thought that there
was a real chance

that Dwight would be
permanent manager,

I would have pre-quit.

And you might be saying
to yourself,

"Well, that's pretty premature
to think," but I always say

"It's better to be
pre-pre-preprepared."

- How you doing, Jordan?
- I'm good.

Everyone here thinks
that you're a joke.

They think that you were hired

because of your good looks,
which won't last long anyway.

As your pale skin and severe
bone structure imply,

you'll age swiftly
and poorly.

They think that you're
a little bit stuck-up,

a little bit dim,
kind of aloof,

and have
a freakishly deep voice.

Why are you telling me this?

'Cause I want us to be able
to tell each other anything.

So now I want you to find out

what people are saying
about me.

The guy who hired me told me
to just sit there

and look pretty.

It's not that hard
in this office.

Your mission is
to go out there

and find out things
they don't want me to know ab--

[exhales]

It's a holster.

Yep. Yep, yep, yep.
[grunts]

[inhales sharply]
Lookin' good.

Mm.
[groans]

Oh, what a day.
What a day.

Dwight,
are you carrying a gun?

The holster was a gift
from my great-uncle Honk.

Um, I don't know.

I guess he's saying
that he's proud of me.

Dwight, guns make me
really uncomfortable.

The gun is just an accessory
to the holster, okay?

I can't walk around
wearing an empty holster.

Why do you need
to wear the holster at all?

Why do you need to keep
wearing those booby shirts

- all the time?
- Thank you.

You could put your cell phone
in it instead.

Uh, hello!

You could put a banana
in it.

Why would I put a banana
in my holster?

In case
you weren't hungry now

but you got hungry later.

- [groans]
- Dwight, no gun, okay?

Don't make us call Jo.

Okay, all right, fine.
Everyone calm down.

Someone get me a banana.

Sorry I freaked you guys out--
[gun fires]

- [all scream]
- Andy!

Aah! God!

- Are you--
- It's so loud!

My God.
[laughs]

There is a hardwood floor
underneath this carpeting.

Why would they do that?

[whines]

There's like
this crazy ringing going on.

I can't--
[vocalizes]

I can't find perfect C.

Okay, everyone make a list of
what's lost for the insurance.

I lost a necklace,
a ring, painting--

We should call 911.

Good luck getting them
to this neighborhood.

Okay. No, no, no, no, no.
Don't call the cops.

Everyone just needs
to calm down.

- [people yelling]
- Dwight!

Stop waving the gun around
when you say that.

- Here.
- Hey, what happened?

Dwight went on
a shooting spree,

and then he shot Andy
in the head.

No, no, no.

All we know is
that a gun fired.

That's all we know!
No. That's not true.

Actually,
we heard a loud noise.

Later, a hole was seen.

No one saw the bullet
leave the gun.

[off-key scatting]

[sighs]
Something's definitely wrong.

I'll look on WebMD.
What are your symptoms?

Oh, everybody, Oscar found
a reason to look on WebMD.

- [buzzer blares]
- Firewall.

I can't reach Jo.

She must already be
on the plane.

Okay. Why are you calling Jo?

She needs to know
that there has been

a shooting spree
in this office.

Okay, everyone is being way
too liberal

with the use
of the word "spree."

I think I should go
to the hospital.

- I'll go with you.
- No!

We really shouldn't be without
a receptionist.

Now more than ever.

I'll take him.

Thank you, Darryl.

What's wrong with you?

- It's my ear.
- Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Oh, I should get
the accident report binder.

I've never used
the gun violence forms before.

I'm gonna keep trying Jo.

Okay, everyone--
conference room!

Right now!

I would rather Jo not find out
about this.

It wouldn't help convince her
to make me permanent manager

and it might even be a negative
against me.

Yee-haw!

Whoo-hoo!

[imitating gunfire]

Howdy, partners.

It's me,
gun-safety Dwight.

And I'm the rootin'est--

I can't do this.
Um, look.

Obviously,
a gun went off under my watch,

and I'm launching
a full investigation.

We all saw you do it.

Really? You did?

What hand was I holding
the gun in?

What did Andy's tie look like?

Navy blue.
Little red anchors.

I have no way of knowing
if that's true.

I am supposed to collect
eyewitness accounts.

Who saw Dwight do this?

Okay, really?

Okay, I fired the gun.

It was an accident. I'm sorry.
But you all know me.

And how many of you actually
feel uncomfortable

working with me?

Due to the shooting.

No, I wouldn't say I actually
feel unsafe around Dwight.

Hell, Creed is more likely
to kill me than Dwight is.

Yeah, he's right.

Would you consider
this a terrorist incident?

- I felt terrorized.
- Come on.

Oh, there's a whole nother
terrorism booklet for that.

I just really, really think

that we should handle this internally.

Dwight, why is it on us
to protect you?

Because you guys
are my best friends,

and I mean that.

Managing you for
this last week

has been the greatest honor
of my life.

And if you ruin this,

I will burn this office
to the ground.

And I mean that figuratively.
Not literally.

Because you guys are so...

so important to me.

I love you guys.

But don't cross me.

But you're the best.

- Hey, Jim.
- Hey.

Whatcha doing?

Just trying to process
this invoice by 3:00.

What you doing?

I am making a list for Dwight

on what everyone's
secretly up to.

No, you're not.
'Cause I'm doin' that.

Don't you have a deadline?

Well, it's not all about
deadlines, Jordan.

Does "gorilla" have two R's?

The animal or the soldiers?

Both, actually.

It was kind of a downer helping
Dwight move Uday's desk

into his office, but, you know,
I just figured

it's not that long until
I help him move it out.

And whatever happens in between

I'll just try to treat
as entertainment.

- Hey. You okay?
- Hey.

Yeah, I'm just worried
about Andy.

Oh, yeah, with the...

Hope he can still have kids.

You know, I've been watching
all those Pixar movies

that you always wanted us
to see,

and if you shut off
your critical thinking,

they're not half bad.

Mm.

Wouldn't it be funny
if when we left at night

all the office supplies
came alive?

So, like, the highlighter
and the stapler

were best friends, right?

- High and Stape...
- [laughs politely]

And, um, uh, the shredder
would be a murderer,

and he'd kill paper,
but the paper couldn't move,

because it was stationary.

[exhales]
[Gabe laughs]

Do you feel better?

Yeah, thanks.

That is the kind of stuff

that you could expect
from me from now on.

Neon nose.

Hey, everybody.

I brought Entenmann's.

Put these out somewhere.

Also I understand
that the Internet

has been malfunctioning,
and I want you to know

that I have fixed it, so enjoy.

It was Keanu Reeves.

It was... [laughs]
Yeah.

Toby got bitten by a spider,

but he seems stronger
than ever.

Keep tabs on that.

Phyllis was selling a bunch
of beet futures.

- Did she say why?
- No.

Oscar was on
some geological website

checking into
the seismic pressure

under the building,
which had increased to a 39.5.

39.5?

Is that a problem?

Oh, gee, I don't know.

Is a megavolcano a problem?

God! This day!

Okay, there's one guy
in the office

who's pretty funny.

[laughs]

- Hey.
- [gasps]

- We're back.
- There he is!

Our hero!
Oh, you look fantastic.

How you doing? Here.
Tell us your war stories.

Well, I burst my eardrum.

Doctor said it could take weeks
to heal.

Did they say what caused it?

'Cause I know you like
putting Q-tips deep

into your ear canal.

Yeah.

How's your hearing?

Temporary deafness
in one ear.

It was both ears.

I couldn't hear a thing
Darryl was saying

when we were
in the waiting room.

I was talking like this...
[mouthing words]

I don't feel good about it,

but he just kept calling
himself a gunshot victim,

and it got to me.

That bullet would've gone
right through my head

if it was six inches
to the right...

and five feet higher.

Dwight, I would like
tomorrow off

so that I can go
on my "American Idol" audition.

- "American Idol"? What? No.
- Okay.

I guess I can just not go.

- Do you guys wanna hear my solo?
- No.

* Why did my temporary boss
go on a shooting spree? ♪

Okay, fine. You can go
on your singing audition.

Okay, well, then I want
an extra vacation day.

Pet Day.
I want Pet Day back--no dogs.

Put back everything

in the vending machine
except the fruit.

I put everything back
in the vending machine.

Put everything back
in the vending machine

except the fruit.

When negotiating,
the general rule

is not to cave.

But since when have I ever
played by the rules?

Deangelo was gonna have
the company pay

for my business school.

I expect you to honor
that promise.

I told you I would teach you
everything you need to know.

No, it's just not the same.

I want a new nameplate.
A brand-new nameplate.

I don't feel safe here anymore.

I wanna start telecommuting
from home.

It's a safety issue.

Fine.

I want your eyes.

What?

Not now, after you're dead.

Dwight has
the most beautiful eyes.

Fine, you can have my eyes.

I hereby bequeath my eyes
to Creed upon my death.

You are all witnesses.
Now is everyone happy?

You have to get rid
of all your weapons.

All of them,
including killer fish.

He's a rescue.

[quietly]
Okay.

Oh, it's my turn?

Ooh, I'm on the spot.
I don't know.

Um... you know what?
I think I'm good.

- Thank God.
- No.

When Jo's here, can you work
in "shagadelic, baby,"

at least three times
in a conversation?

Oh, and when I cough,
can you do jazz hands?

What's jazz hands?

Fine.

[coughs]

It's not like he did it
on purpose.

And he did once pepper-spray
Roy to protect you.

Okay, so we're gonna give
the guy who shot up the office

a free pass,
just because he's less violent

than the goon
you were engaged to?

[laughs]

Roy was a lot smarter
than Katy, though.

Okay, how did this become
about that?

Lenny, it's a stepping stone.

I wanna get your career
to a place where you don't have

to ride identical twin scooters
with Betty, but we're not--

- You can't just--
- But we're not there yet.

Close the door.

Well, my definition
of "demeaning"

is very different...

[toilet flushes]

What the [bleep] is that?

Oh, my...

Hey, all!

Cornelius, Bobo, have at it.

Nobody let my dogs
hump each other.

They don't seem to know
they're brothers.

Hello, Jo. Welcome.

- Well, shall we begin?
- Slow yourself down there.

Just like a man--
wants to jump right into it

while I still got my socks on.

Jim Halpert--the only man
to ever turned me down.

Well, I don't know
about that.

Just wasn't for me.

But let me assure you,

Dwight is firing
on all cylinders, right?

Yeah, some pretty big shoes
to fill.

I was sorry
to hear about Deangelo.

He was a good man.
It was tragic.

[coughs]

Well, what can you do?
Life.

What happened to you?

Well, bee flew in my ear,

and then I jabbed a fork
in my ear to get the bee.

Oh, be careful with yourself.

Where's my favorite?
Where's Angela hidin'?

- I'm not hiding.
- Girl, you are very small.

It's fun to look at you
so small.

[laughs]

Dwight, grab my stuff, will ya?

And where's Gabe?

Tell him I want some coffee.

[coughs]

You okay there?

Shagadelic, baby.

[coughs]

[grimaces]

- We have to clean this up now.
- She had so much blood--

- Hey, guys.
- [laughs] Hey.

Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

- [both laughing]
- No!

Hey, Andy, did you tell Erin
about our conversation earlier

when you said you would never
want to date her again?

Uh...

I just thought
that it was so interesting

that you promised that.

Did I say that earlier?

Uh, yes, I did.

Because you, Gabe,
were crying...

- No, I was not.
- And sobbing uncontrollably.

Yes. Uh-huh.
You were in hysterics.

And my maternal instincts
kicked in.

Is it actually how I feel?

Yes.

Or no.

That is...
between me and my diary.

Oscar, can you print out
last year's sale statements?

- Sure.
- Hey, Dwight.

- Gimme a back massage.
- No, Kevin, come on.

My back is sore, Dwight.
Massage it.

Kevin, not now.

- Hey, Jo...
- Okay, okay.

No. Under the jacket.

You're kidding me.

Oh, God, what am I touching?
It's moist.

- I don't feel anything.
- Oh, it's so wet.

- Push harder, Dwight.
- I can't.

I can't push harder!

- Go a little higher.
- I--

[grunts]
There.

There you go.
Nope. Higher.

I c--

Higher.

- Oh, my God!
- There we go. Okay.

- How's that?
- Knead it.

Knead it like a pizza.

- I'm kneading it!
- But don't eat it. [grunts]

Okay...

- [groans]
- Dwight, walk me out.

Oop.

Let's talk soon.

And stay on top
of these people.

You gotta admit it--

it's nice to have
a little power, eh?

How's it feel?

Jo...

I accidentally fired a gun
in the office today.

- What?
- I am telling you this

because I care too much
about this job

to be blackmailed
into doing it poorly.

All I've ever wanted is
to be manager here.

And if you feel like
you cannot promote me

over this one accident,
I understand.

But if you think
that extortion is worse--

Shooting is worse.
Are you kiddin' me?

It's not even in the same--

you shot a gun?

What is wrong with you?

It was a Beaumont-Adams,
if that helps.

Beaumont-Adams
is a girl's gun.

That just makes it
plain stupid.

I take full responsibility.

Who else would be
responsible?

Pam made me put a banana
in my holster.

- You shot a gun off--
- Okay.

Did I make a mistake?
Yes.

Do I regret the decision
that I made? Yes.

Stop asking yourself
easy questions

so you can look like a genius.

- Got it.
- I love you, Dwight.

But you don't fit this job.

Jo, please...

- No.
- I will--

No, child. No.

It's over.

Now I gotta find a replacement
for my replacement.

First idiot follows
some ding-dong to Denver.

Next idiot dunks himself
to death.

My new idiot almost kills
all the rest of these idiots.

You know who I think
would do a good job?

A no-nonsense fella from China.

Oh, who am I kiddin'?

A billion Chinese,
and I'd find the one idiot.

[chuckles darkly]

"You charm me with a smile,
a wink"

"and make me laugh like
'Monsters Inc.'

"We'll go and eat
some ratatouille.

"I sure hope
it's not too chewy.

"I'm Nemo
in the great blue seas.

I'm Woody.
Be my Jessie, please?"

- Gabe.
- Please go out with me again.

Please. Please?

I'm sorry that I said you spend
too much money on stickers.

No, Gabe.

I'll take you
to a water park.

[sighs]

- They scare me, but I'll do it.
- No.

Gabe, I just have
to be single right now.

You're gonna be lonely, and
you will be scared at night.

The world is terrifying.

Then I'll call Andy.

What if Andy's not around?

I don't know.

I'll call you or the police.

Okay. I understand.

Okay.

What a relief.
Finally, some closure.

You three
are my search committee.

You're in charge
of finding me my next manager.

All righty?

- Yep.
- Yep.

Till then, we need
a new actin' manager.

Now, who's got the most
experience in this office?

Uh, well, we probably don't
wanna go just on seniority.

Who is it?

Hey, Dwight.
What's up?

Shut up.

Okay. Well...
you do know that Jo was right

to take the job away
from you, right?

There's no debating that.

But I will say...

in your one week,

every single one of the orders
went out on time...

[slurps liquid]
And I think

that is shagadelic, baby.

[both vocalizing]

The note is right here.

Ugh.

[high-pitched note]

[vocalizes strangely]

Kelly, I'm telling you,

you should really go
for the train-wreck angle.

I don't know if I've ever seen
anyone barf

during an audition before.

I'm sorry, no. Train wreck
is actually more competitive.

♪ The note is here, Andy ♪

All I'm hearing is this,
like, gurgling blood sound.

That's what you sound like.

That is because there's
gurgling blood in your ear.

- You are the worst vocal coach.
- Do it like this.

- Kelly! Kelly!
- Okay, okay.

[vocalizes]

It really feels wrong.

Andy's spot-on. He's got it.

Thank you.

[vocalizes]

That's--that's feeling better.

- [vocalizes flatly]
- Spot-on. Spot-on.

- That's how you do it.
- And that feels better.

I honestly could not tell
the difference.

I'm not one
of those music producers

who is all about the notes
and the pitch and the chords.

I--they both sounded fine
to me.

[bright music]

♪ ♪