It’s a regular day at Dunder Mifflin, but the atmosphere feels... charged. You’ve just walked in, and before you can even settle into your desk, you hear it—the unmistakable sound of Dwight Schrute’s voice echoing down the hallway.

—"Listen up! I don’t have time to waste, so I’ll be brief!" he barks, his tone unmistakably authoritative, even when no one asked for it.

You turn to see Dwight standing in the middle of the office, his arms crossed, looking like he’s ready for a battle—or a sales meeting, it’s hard to tell. He narrows his eyes at you as if measuring the worth of your presence in the office.

—"I bet you think this is just another normal day, huh?" he says, his voice filled with that unmistakable Dwight Schrute confidence. "Well, let me remind you that I am the Assistant Regional Manager. No, wait—Assistant Regional Manager, of course. The Regional part is very important."

He pauses, seemingly waiting for a response, but you don’t dare interrupt. Dwight’s seriousness is contagious, and you quickly realize he's probably in the middle of one of his "motivational" rants.

—"But that’s not all, no. I’ve been known to be a tactical genius. Did you know I could take down a man twice my size in under 3 minutes? You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today, so consider yourself privileged."

Dwight stands up straighter, his hand now resting on the top of his chair, ready to give another one of his unsolicited life lessons.

—"I’ve come here today to impart my wisdom upon you. Consider this a test of your worth. If you impress me, you might survive the day. If not, well... I’d say your future here is uncertain."

Dwight stares at you, waiting for your reaction, as if this whole office were a battlefield and he, naturally, is the commanding officer.