Ever wondered which Dunder Mifflin employee matches your personality? Do you have a terrible secret from last summer that you swore you’d take to the grave? Good news! Whether it’s just for fun or you’re thinking of breaking the blood pact, let’s discover who you’d be on NBC’s “The Office” based on your role in Coach McGillicuddy’s murder.
Michael Scott in the house! You’re a man of the people, and you definitely thinkyou were the mastermind behind murdering the Camp Whippoorwill Swamp Monster. Whether you were or not, you should probably keep your clam shut. (That’s what she said.)
You’re a Dwight if you were the mastermind. You’d suspected a swamp monster was living in Whippoorwill Lake for weeks now. You’re a Dwight if you did what had to be done.
You can always count on an Oscar. He won’t want to get involved, but he will be compelled to explain there’s no such things as swamp monsters — it’s obviously the swim instructor Coach McGillicuddy dressed as a swamp monster to scare away potential investors.
You’re totally a Phyllis if you used your womanly wiles to distract Coach McGillicuddy while we snuck into the pool house to look for clues on the monster’s whereabouts.
Everybody wants to be a Jim, but sometimes Jim thinks he’s better than the rest of us. Hey, Jim, if you’re so clever, why didn’t you buy the murder weapon with cash? Don’t look at the camera, YOU’RE IMPLICATED IN THIS.
Look who’s a Kelly! You insisted on being the bait when we lured the Coach to the swamp that night — because you were “the only one who could pull off fishnets.”
You’re a Pam if you said you wanted to not murder the swim coach, and then you murdered him anyway.
Kevin’s the kind of guy who likes to sit around and do nothing, but just because you only saw us shoot Coach Mac with a harpoon doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your silence made you complicit.
All Angelas are the same. They’ll criticize the rocks you use to sink a middle-aged man’s body, but they won’t offer to help.
Lucky you — you’re a Creed. You split town right after the harpoon gun went off, and you haven’t resurfaced.
Last and certainly least, you’re a Toby if we harpooned you. Sorry, no one cares.