Jim: I am on the two kid sleep schedule so I'm up and at 'em at four fifteen, but no kids, so I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, and then I thought of something. Uh- [hears door, hides]
Dwight K. Schrute: Heeeere's Dwi- What the-? [sees a bloody shirt on the bed, the balcony door open and objects trashed] Oh man!
Erin: What do you think happened?
Dwight K. Schrute: Looks like Jim got mixed up with some bad apples. [sees "IT WAS DWIGHT" written in lipstick on the door] Oh no, no, no, no. It wasn't me. I gotta find Luwanda at The Alcohol Club. Oh. [Jim falls out of the closet]
Dwight & Erin: [scream]