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| - Dwight: I'm now going to read out loud your submitted medical conditions. When you hear yours read, please raise your hand to indicate that it is real. If you do not raise your hand, it will not be covered. Stanley: What about confidentiality? Dwight: You know what? You have forfeited that privilege. I have tried to treat you all as adults, but obviously I am the only adult here. Number one, inverted penis. Meredith: Could you mean vagina? Because if you do, I want that covered. Dwight: I thought your vagina was removed during your hysterectomy? Meredith: A uterus is different from a vagina. I still have a vagina. Dwight: Okay, great. Dermatitis. Thank you, Angela. I'll make sure that's covered. Who wrote this hysterical one? Anal fissures? Kevin: That's a real thing. Dwight: Yeah, but no one here has it. Kevin: Someone has it. Dwight: Through concentration, I can raise and lower my cholesterol at will. Pam: Why would you want to raise your cholesterol? Dwight: So I can lower it. Jim: Wait, what are you writing? Don't write ebola or mad cow disease, all right? Because I'm suffering from both of them. Pam: I'm inventing new diseases. Jim: Oh, great. Pam: So, like, let's say that my teeth turn to liquid and then they drip down the back of my throat? What would you call that? Jim: I thought you said you were inventing new diseases? That's spontaneous dental hydroplosion. Pam: Nice. Dwight: The problem, Jim, is that people who are really suffering from a medical condition won't receive the care they need because someone in this office is coming up with ridiculous stuff . "Count Choculitis" Jim: Sounds tough. Dwight: Why did you write that down Jim? Is it because you know I love Count Chocula? Dwight: OK. First, let's go over some parameters. How many people can I fire? Michael: Uh, none. You're picking a healthcare plan. Dwight: Please knock. This is an office. Jim: [Pointing to sign] It says "workspace." Dwight: Same thing. Jim: If it's the same thing, then why's you write "workspace." Dwight: All right, who did this? I'm not mad, I just want to know who did it so I can punish them. Jim: What are you talking about? Dwight: Uh, someone, uh, forged medical information, and that is a felony. Jim: Okay, whoa, all right, 'cause that's a pretty intense accusation. How do you know that they're fake? Dwight: Uh, leprosy? Flesh-eating bacteria? Hot dog fingers. Government created killer nano robot infection. Dwight: You did this, didn't you? Jim: Absolutely not. Dwight: Yes you did. Jim: No I didn't. Dwight: I know it was you. OK, fine, you know what? I'm going to have interview each and every one of you until the perpetrator makes him or herself known. And until that time, there will be no health care coverage for anyone. Jim: [to Pam] Killer nano robots? Pam: It's an epidemic. Jan: [On phone] Dwight, listen to me very carefully: You are not a manager of anything. Understand? Dwight: That's not entirely true, because he put me in charge of picking a health care plan. Jan: Really? OK. When Michael gets back, you tell him to call me immediately. Dwight: Call you immediately, good. Hey, listen, since I have you on the phone, um, can I fire Jim? Jan: No. Kevin: He has to sometime... To go to the bathroom! Angela: Kevin, that's inappropriate.
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