(Deleted scene) Deangelo: We're a team. I need team players and I'm not sure if you'll be on my team. Jim: Team Dunder-Mifflin, here we go. Deangelo: Team is called The Crazy Snakes. We're The Matadors. Or The Lancers. Jim: So this is my life. Until I win the lottery. Or Pam finally writes that series of young adult books. Pam: So one afternoon, while walking home from school, quirky 10th grader Becky Walters finds a wounded Pegasus in the woods. And she becomes...The Horse Flyer. Deangelo: Let's go downstairs. Ok? Let's do it. Dwight: Pass. If I wanted to see a pissing contest, I'd lock Mose in the chicken coop. Deangelo: Damn it, Dwight! Enough! Get your ass downstairs or find a new place to sell paper! Erin: Deangelo? Deangelo: Tablab. Jim: Oh my god, are you al