Dwight K. Schrute: And our next and most thickly frosted cake is... for... Kevin.
Kevin: Yes! Wait, why?
Dwight K. Schrute: Go ahead and just read the frosting.
Kevin: "Get out."
Dwight K. Schrute: Uh-huh.
Kevin: What does that mean?
Dwight K. Schrute: It's a colloquial way of saying "you're fired," Kevin, which you are.
Pam: What? Dwight, you can't do that.
Dwight K. Schrute: The cake has spoken, Pam. Sorry.
All: What?!
Dwight K. Schrute: Well if anyone here can make a case for Kevin staying. ... Based on his merit.
Oscar: Ooh.
Jim: Um.
Kevin: I'm... good.
Pam: Well, Toby will stop it. Anytime anyone's ever been fired, Toby's blocked it, so...
Toby: Yeah. Yeah, I don't think...
Dwight K. Schrute: Toby, wait. Wait. Hold that thought. Here's your cake. [squirts frosting on the cake] Bye, bye Toby.
Kevin: [crying] At least I got chocolate.