Dwight Schrute: Hardy har har. Alright, picture this: snowy ash drizzles from the sky. A rabid pack of dogs surrounds you as the flame at the end of your stick dies. There's only one hope left for you. The door to my shelter. You pound. You beg. "Dwight! Please let me in!" But I ignore your cries and do not let you in. You wanna know why?
Jim Halpert: Because of the sign that says no pounding, no begging.
Dwight Schrute: No. Because you laughed at me. Kevin will be eaten! Pam will be taken slave! Jim will be made a Warlord's gesture. Meredith will do okay. Be assured this day will come, it's just a matter of time. Could be one month, could be two months.
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