Dwight K. Schrute: How was my summer? It was pretty mixed. I invented a new power drink made out of beet runoff. Mmm, mmm! So that's really good. But I got some disappointing medical news.
[flashback:]
Doctor: Mr. Schrute, the results are in. You are not the father.
Angela: I told you. [Dwight vomits blue liquid all over Angela]