(Dale slumped on his desk)

Narration: I will never be able to live this down. I don't know which is worse: my boss knowing I goof off at work . . .

Narration: . . . Or having to stare at him for 5 minutes.

(Flashback)

June: (is sitting down, staring at Dale whilst crossing his arms) It's not like I'm enjoying this either but the test clearly dictates that we have to finish it with this activity. Otherwise that hour and a half of answering questions will be all in vain.

(End of flashback)

Dale: I'm sure there's something wrong with him mentally.

Miss June: (gives Dale coffee) You look exhausted. Swamped with work?

Dale: (is a blushing mess)

Miss June: This is for fixing my PC. Thanks! (leaves the IT office)

Dale: (contemplates his life decisions whilst staring at the coffee) (stands up to run after Miss June) Hey, Miss June? Are you free this—

June: (appears) IT guy. Fix my laptop.

Dale: I'm sure there's someone here who'd love to assist you.

(Shot of an empty office)

Banner: June Ceara: Hated by all.

Dale: Yeah, right, I get that. (sits back down) Let's see what's wrong with your laptop. (Then you, afterwards.)

(Laptop screen full of virus and spam)

Dale:

June: I think someone sent me a malware and I unintentionally clicked it.

Dale: (sarcastically) You think?

Banner: June Ceara: Hated by all. Also incredibly dense.