As usual, Michael was totally on Andy's wavelength, and Andy was abso-friggin-lutely stoked. Mike-fucius! Andy had totally made a Confucius reference on his application! He felt he'd just gotten one step closer to the great man. Now if he could just force Dwight out of the way, he'd be in like Flynn.

Grinning hugely, he pressed his palms together and performed a little bow like he'd seen in kung fu movies. "Grasshoppa chop wood, carry pancakes! If there's one thing Andy Bernard knows, it is toga parties." Not selling paper, but toga parties. Way to go, Andy. "I'm so there. You know what we need for this toga breakfast? Like ... a keg. Of orange juice. And instead of 'Bud' or 'Heineken', the label should say ..." Andy paused for dramatic effect: "'Orange You Glad You Picked Dunder-Mifflin?'"