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Email Surveillance

Everyone exchanged glances.

"You know what I really, really miss about college?" Michael continued. "The parties. Everybody'd go. The athletes, the nerds, professors..."

Pam furrowed her brow. "The professors would go to the parties?"

Michael nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! They were the most fun. We always invited them."

Sloane didn't look up from her food. "Did they grant their students private email usage in exchange for beer pong?"

Michael didn't seem to catch it, but Jim smirked.

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JIM
It's true. I'm having a party.
I've got three cases of imported beer, a karaoke machine, and I didn't invite Michael.
So: three ingredients for a great party.
And it's nothing personal, I just think that if he were there, people wouldn't be able to relax, and, you know, have fun.
And my roommate wants to meet everybody.
Because I'm pretty sure he thinks that I'm making Dwight up.
(sighs)
He is very real.

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Pam sat at her desk flipping through mail when the crew approached her desk.

She glanced at the camera.

"What?" she whispered. The crew panned to Dwight who was across the room, unwrapping a Baby Ruth with meticulous precision.

He took a bite. She gasped lightly.

"Ohhhh... Yes! Thank you." She grinned at the cameraman in quiet victory.

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Jim was mid-email when Dwight approached.

"Question," Dwight said, holding his phone. "On the Internet, there are several different options to get to your house for the party tonight—"

"Oh, uh, no," Jim said, glancing around, "Could—keep that down."

"Why?" Dwight asked.

"Because not everybody knows about the party."

"Like who? Who doesn't know?"

Jim hesitated. "Umm... Michael."

Dwight blinked. "Why just Michael?"

Jim nodded solemnly. "Because it's a surprise."

"A surprise?" Dwight lit up. "Oh, that's perfect!"

"Yeah. So... don't tell."

"I won't."

"Okay."

They exchanged a quiet nod of agreement. Jim turned back to his screen. Dwight lingered, pleased.

Pam leaned in toward Sloane, trying to whisper but already grinning too hard to keep her voice steady.

"Yeah. And the crew actually pointed it out."

Sloane didn't blink. "Oh my god, that has to be incest somehow."

Pam burst into a giggle.

Jim approached reception, "So, Dwight thinks that tonight is a surprise party for Michael."

Pam lit up. "Really? That's great." she tuned back toward Sloane. "Maybe we can get him to hide and wait somewhere."

Sloane looked over at Jim, deadpan. "Do you happen to have a sensory deprivation tank in your house?"