Michael can’t handle the truth, but he sure can manhandle it. Jan brings suit against Dunder Mifflin and Michael is called to New York to be deposed, pitting his two most fundamental desires against one another: To be liked by his co-workers, and to be liked by a woman — any woman, anywhere, even one who smokes and manipulates him and won’t get a jobby-job. While teacher’s away, the children play: Darryl’s superior table tennis skill leads puts a bee in Kelly’s bonnet, and inspires Jim to take up practice to relieve Pam of Miss Kapoor’s trash — er, smack — uh . .. talk.
No food, no shelter, no fresh water, no tools… no camera crew. Well, two out of five ain’t bad. Michael strikes out into the deep dark Pennsylvanian forest armed only with his business suit, a roll of duct tape, a video camera, and a knife after being passed over for a corporate wilderness retreat in favor of Toby, his arch-nemesis. While he performs feats of tailoring sorrow, Jim makes an interesting management decision that has the office confusing him with someone no one should ever aspire to be.
I feel a great disturbance in the Force. As if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror, and were suddenly silenced. It’s the Return of Karen, attempting to hire Stanley away to the Utica branch of Dunder Mifflin, where she is now Regional Manager. Michael and Dwight go on the offensive, and drag a reluctant, mufti-clad Jim along with them. As the sparks fly in Oneida County, back in Scranton, Pam’s “Finer Things Club” is having some difficulty getting any privacy — especially from Andy, who would join a a pack of lemmings if he thought there was something to be gained at the bottom of the cliff.