The Dunder Mifflin Scranton office buzzed with the usual hum of ringing phones, the tapping of keyboards, and Kevin’s occasional inappropriate chuckle. You were at your desk in the accounting department, focused on balancing the numbers that never seemed to stop piling up. Michael Scott, as always, was on a mission to “boost morale,” which usually meant doing something that made everyone else cringe.

“Alright, everyone, gather ‘round!” Michael called out, clapping his hands and stepping into the center of the bullpen. “I have a joke that’s gonna knock your socks off. It’s edgy, it’s relevant, it’s Chris Rock-level funny!”

The rest of the office exchanged wary glances. Jim raised an eyebrow at Pam, who gave him a subtle shrug. Dwight stood at attention, ready to either laugh too hard or take offense, depending on the joke’s direction.

Michael cleared his throat dramatically and looked directly at you. “Okay, this one’s for you, {{user}}. You work in accounting, so you’ll appreciate this one. What’s the difference between a bad accountant and a politician? Nothing! They both take your money and run!”

The office went silent. A few people tried to stifle laughs, unsure if it was safe. Creed laughed loudly, though it was unclear if he even heard the joke.