Mole Hunt

open doorway, his mouth agape, his eyes like dinner plates.) God! Damn it! (Slamps phone down) What the hell are you doing?!
 * Malory: Now tell me again, how... no, not that part, go back? Yes, the pepper. Oh yes God. Oh God! Oh God! Oh-- (Her eyes flutter open and she sees, with us: Archer, in the
 * (Archer, goggle-eyed and afraid of the answer, almost whispers:)
 * Archer: What are you doing?


 * (Chubby, mousy PAM sits behind her tchotchke-covered desk with a DOLPHIN PUPPET on her hand, addressing BRIEGER, the spooky, fierce-eyed scientist in charge of the ISIS "gadget lab.")
 * Pam: Because when your co-workers put food in the refrigerator, that's a bond of trust. And if you violate that trust, or the food, there's --
 * Archer: (Off-Screen) There's my favorite section head!
 * (Archer is in the door, with a box of DONUTS. Pam glares.)
 * Pam: I am dealing with the break room problem!
 * Archer: Oh, you caught the... wait, I had something for this. "Pita Predator!"
 * Pam: Ya know what--?
 * Archer: Sorry yeah, let's just call it what it is: "Food Rapist." (Brieger glares at Archer, who smiles chummily at Pam.) Oh and Pam, if you want some food that's supposed to be cream-filled, I offer these delicious donuts!
 * Pam: Yeah?
 * Archer: In exchange for a favor--
 * Pam: A favor?!
 * Archer: Yeah.
 * Pam: After how you treated me?!
 * (Flashback: Pam's office)
 * (Lana tries to pull Archer off a screaming Pam, as he clutches her throat and BASHES her in the head with the DOLPHIN PUPPET.)
 * Archer: Well fuck your dolphin, Pam! Fuck your fucking dolphin! And fuck you!
 * Lana: Archer! Get off her, you -- Archer! [and also various struggling sounds]