Let the rhythm take you over. Bailamos.

Don’t call her a hero. She has no idea what that word means.

If you’re going to wax poetic, make sure you have enough wax.

Learon visits the office to get a taste of American culture, sprinkled with a little pepper sauce.

Let he who is without lunch cast the first stone.

Dan should’ve worn his contacts.

She’s so courteous it’s scary.

It seems today that all you see is violence in the workplace.

Vampires are basically a sport.

Move over, old office.

It’s just a scratch. A horrible, infectious scratch.

Task lists and Excel and faxes. Oh my.

Just go with the flow (of the placenta from the uterus).

Aww dude, I have the munchies pretty hard for a crisp Caesar salad right now.

It’s like going to 4th base.

Anticipation is Danger’s middle name.

The two most fashionable dudes in the office pay the ultimate price.

The only thing thicker than their accents are their heads.

Dan is beside himself. His weird, purple-and-yellow self.

There’s no such thing as bad news on a basketball phone.

There’s a party in his pants and you’re not invited, you’re required.

Reel friends! Real fun!

J-Witz ain’t too smart, yo.

Too much of a good thing leads to broken things.

It’s called a mustache because it must ache to have one.

Looks can be deceiving.

Fanship is stronger than friendom.

Decision making can be dangerous.

A sketch about nothing.