Pam: Hello, hello, hello, Fandom. It's Pam.
Jim: And this is Jim. And tonight is the end of an era. Not a very long era, and an era that only took place on Thursdays, but still.
Pam: I think I may cry. We should carve our initials into the desk or something, to memorialize our place here.
Jim: I've already written my name in crayon on the ceiling.
Pam: Well, that's not very fair.
Jim: I'm sorry that you didn't think to bring a crayon.
Pam: I have markers and pencils and stuff, but you know I can't reach. If only I had someone to write my name up there for me...
Jim: Maybe once we're done broadcasting.
( Cut for the end of an era. Not a very long era, really. Not even a year. But still. The end! )Jim: It's been a blast, Fandom. In the words of just about everyone who has ever signed a yearbook of someone they barely knew, stay sweet.
Pam: K.I.T.!
Jim: And we'll see you soon. In person. Not with our creepy disembodied voices speaking to you over electronic devices.
Pam: My voice isn't creepy. Yours might be.
Jim: Somebody doesn't want her name on the ceiling.
Pam: Neither of us has creepy voices!
Jim: I'll settle for that. Okay, Fandom! We're out of here! Have a good night.
Pam: Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Fandom!