"Hey, I didn't replace you with a robot! I'm just sayin is either there's something back home that does a great Archer impression, or you're in two places at one time."
Both seem equally likely, at this point. Pam doesn't know what's going on. She's half given up understanding any of it.

"Anyways, yeah. I'm totally gonna build the bar anyway."
She leans over the table, trying to keep things more private.
"I figure we can have normal-person meet ups, talk about what we've seen, and get hammered."