11:50 AM
Day two. Starting to look like I'm in for a bit of a stay. Couldn't reach the office by phone so I got a cab -- get this, Dunder Mifflin isn't even there. This is all starting to feel like a weird conspiracy and I am determined to figure it out.
[ Turns the tape off. ]
12:01 PM
[ On. ]
The water is talking. So this must be either a dream, or I've stumbled into a city like Disneyland or Enchanted where everything is sentient for no real reason (unless it's cursed). Not that the water actually talked in Enchanted.
And it's pretty rude, too. I'm going to have to see what I can do about this.
Stay tuned!
[ It's turned off. ]
4:25 PM
[ Hours later, he's sounding
kind of bummed. ]
Still don't get this place. I'm really not getting it. This place is like... completely insane! Not just the talking water -- oh, FYI, self: I taught it to sing. Yeah, I know, I was there, but just for the record. I don't get half these people, you know?
I met a couple of cool dudes,
Booster and
Ladybug, but there was that -- [ He pauses, the anger just teeming in his voice. ]
Dartmouth guy. I HATE that guy. He broke my water! Singing With the Rain has officially gone down the drain.